How would the proof that her dead dad had killed his dad thirty years ago help them “get it all?” And why would Phil have kept information that incriminated him? It made no sense. But if it incriminated grandma—had her Dad known? Had he been kinder to his mother than she’d been to him? Or—had he known that to use it was to let her know he wasn’t dead? Had he protected his family by keeping her secret, but kept whatever it was because he could never be completely sure his mama wouldn’t find him?
“I’ll need the ring, too.” He half smiled. “I saw the old man slip into your case. I was watching it all go down. For her. I set it all up for her, and she asked me to be her eyes and ears for the hit.”
Poor Phil. Poor Dad. And poor me, stuck in a laundry room with a crazy guy and a black widow ou
