Chapter 5

Grant's hand remained on the doorframe.

Wren still held the phone between us. The email glowed on the screen.

"Why did your face change?" I asked.

Grant looked past us toward the driveway.

"Because I knew this was where Elise would take things."

"Did you send that email?"

The front door opened wider behind him. The catering manager appeared with a card reader and a receipt book.

"Mr. Mercer, I need payment for the additional bar service."

Grant stepped aside.

"I'll handle it."

He went back into the house without answering me.

I followed him.

Wren came after us, still…