“I brought Lucy with me. I don’t have a car and she said she was happy to drive, so we left right away.” She is rereading the letter, scanning it for any clues she might have missed. “Who?” Jonathan’s voice drops. “Lucy, Jonathan. Francis’s assistant.” Alex hears a drawer open in the kitchen. “Seriously. Who are you talking about?” Jonathan’s voice goes cold. “Francis never had an assistant.”
Holy shit.
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