A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

her face for any flicker of doubt.

Kara leaned back, her shoulders squaring under her dark blue blazer. “Alan manages his own schedule, Lily. I just appraise the dirt.”

She did not look at me while she spoke, but her gaze remained fixed on the corner of the Miller file as if she expected me to snatch it back.

“Have you appraised a lot of properties for continue reading …