“Suspicious, isn’t it? When you were also the first person on the scene when Rachel disappeared, the one who found me. Your prints all over the car. Is that because you helped Rachel disappear? Do you know where she was all this time? Are you still in love with her?” Ash tensed. There was a shift in Mr. Tripp’s face: jaw jutting forward, brows furrowing, eclipsing his eyes. Bel waited, ready for the fight. Didn’t he know, she’d spent her whole life fighting? “I’ll see you Monday morning, Annabel,” he said, low, through gritted teeth. Said like a threat. Mr. Tripp stepped back, one last look at
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