Evan’s grip tightened.
“Shut up.”
“I remember the trucks.”
“Shut up.”
“I remember the children crying.”
The knife pressed harder against her.
Trigger took one step forward.
Rylie didn’t look at him.
She kept her eyes on Evan.
“And I remember Emily telling me where she hid the ledger.”
Evan froze.
Judy stared at her.
There was no ledger.
Not that we knew of.
Rylie was bluffing.
And Evan believed her.
“Where?” he demanded.
Rylie smiled.
“You’ll never find it.”
The same words Emily had spoken eighteen years ago.
Evan roared and pulled the knife away from Rylie’s side.
Only for a second.
But one second was enough.
Rylie drove her heel down onto his foot and slammed her head backward into his face.
Evan staggered.
Trigger fired.
The bullet struck Evan’s shoulder and spun him sideways.
Rylie dropped.
I ran.
Evan raised the knife again.