Her fingers clutch the front of my shirt.
“Saint—what happened?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Behind me Wolf steps inside and gently takes Nora from my arms.
His face tells me he’s already thinking the same thing I am.
This wasn’t an accident.
This was a message.
And this time…
It wasn’t aimed at me.
“Mildred has never hurt a soul,” Nora whispers. “Why would anyone do this?”
I look at the water again.
At the open door.
At the quiet house.
“We know who’s doing this,” I say.
“And it’s about to stop.”
My phone buzzes.
Marco.
I answer.
“He has everything,” Marco says. “Proof. All of it.”
Good.
Because I’m done with this game.
“We’ll take care of Mildred when she comes home,” I tell Nora.
“It’s all about to hit the fan.”
Wolf nods grimly.
I head back to the tavern.
Laney is waiting at the top of the stairs, Emmy sleeping in her arms.
“What happened?” she asks.
“Mildred was found unconscious in her kitchen,” I say. “The floor was flooded. No broken pipes. Back door open.”
Laney’s eyes darken immediately.
“Is anyone guarding her hospital room?”
