Chapter 4

Grant stands in the doorway, blocking the morning light. He looks at the open blue cabinet, then at the file in front of me. The panic in his eyes vanishes, replaced by a cold smirk.

"Finally figured out what your mother was, did you?" Grant asks.

"I know what this is, Grant," I say. "You didn't lock this cabinet because of Grandma's estate. You locked it because of this file."

Grant steps closer. "Your mother signed that settlement over twenty years ago. She took the payout. She knew about the industrial runoff, and she helped the family bury it."

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