A cold sweat broke out across my neck. A terrifying, sickening realization began to crawl up my spine. Mendez heir.
“Lucy… what did you do?”
“I didn’t have to look very far, Ray. Your father’s heart attack wasn’t caused by the stress of your affair,” Lucy whispered, a dark, triumphant edge finally bleeding into her tone. “It was caused by the guilt of what he and I did in this very house while you were away in Miami with Valerie. He wanted to tell you the truth before he died. But I told him it would kill him faster.”
My breath hitched. The room began to spin violently. My father? My own father?
“And right now,” Lucy continued, her voice fading as an announcement for a flight to Madrid echoed in her background, “David is waiting outside your house. He knows you found the envelope. He knows you know everything. And he isn’t alone, Ray. He brought the people he owes that five million dollars to… and they know you don’t have the money anymore.”
Before I could even scream, the heavy wooden front door downstairs shattered open with a deafening crash. Heavy, hurried footsteps began to pound up the stairs toward my study.TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3
