A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

” I said, keeping my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my wool coat.

Stacey stopped twisting her earring for a split second, her eyes widening slightly before she resumed the quick, jerky motion. “Why would you do that, Lily? She’s just an appraiser.”

“Alan’s signature was on an invoice for a property he told me he never visited,” I said, looking continue reading …