Why choose a location with no surveillance cameras, yet confess without a shred of resistance? Why tell us he'd been waiting for three months?
And the video—who sent it?
If someone wanted the ten-million-dollar reward, they could have walked straight into the police station with the evidence. Why wait three months, then release it anonymously to every media outlet in the city?
And Silas. That question he'd asked me at Julia's grave—about Sunny. Was he lying, or had my daughter been trying to tell me something?
Question after question circled through my mind, relentless, unanswerable.
Just when I thought my head might split open, my gaze drifted to the balcony outside the Limping Man's window.
A pot of sunflowers sat there.
Wilted. Dead.
My heart slammed against my ribs. My whole body began to tremble.
Because in that instant, I realized something terrifying.
