The Envelope That Changed Everything

“I want a lawyer,” Marsha said abruptly.

Detective Stark nodded once, a small, controlled movement. “You can have one.”

An officer guided Marsha toward a patrol car.

As she passed William, Marsha leaned in close, voice low enough that only he could hear. Her breath smelled faintly of wine.

“You’ll regret this,” she whispered. “You have no idea what you’ve continue reading …