“You left another boy dead.”
“A tragedy.”
“You stole his name and buried him under my son’s.”
Deborah’s mouth tightened. “Nobody was looking for that boy.”
Harrison’s voice shook with controlled fury. “His mother was.”
For the first time, uncertainty crossed her face.
He stepped closer. “What was the plan? Take me to Canada? Move the money again? Marry me before I noticed my company was bleeding?”
Deborah recovered quickly. “I loved you.”
“No. You wanted possession.”
“I gave you everything.”
“You gave me a grave to cry over.”
“And you needed it!” she snapped. “You needed Julian gone before you could become whole again.”
Harrison stared at her, horrified by the sincerity in her madness.
Behind him, the apartment door opened.
“Federal agents,” Agent Thorne called. “Deborah Vance, step away from Mr. Sterling.”
Deborah turned white.
Within seconds, agents filled the room. One secured the shredder. Another collected the suitcases. A third took Deborah’s phone as she began shouting.
