CHAPTER 4
Kori listenedas Wyatt’s footsteps faded down the stairwell. As soon as he’d opened the door, the alluring scent of something sweet and buttery floated through the air.
Most likely Flo’s pie.
Then the door closed, and the apartment settled into silence.
Kori stood in the middle of the living room for several seconds and listened to the quiet. The refrigerator hummed. Pipes shifted somewhere in the walls. Snow tapped faintly against the windows.
She should probably leave. Grab some dinner. Buy some clothes since she’d packed none. Get some sleep.
Yet she couldn’t bring herself to do that yet. She wanted to stay here another moment. She wanted to feel close to her sister, even though Mackenzie wasn’t here.
Even though the two of them hadn’t been speaking.
The thought pressed on her again.
She circled the small living room, looking for anything she hadn’t noticed before.
She saw nothing that was obviously wrong or out of place.
Then she moved into Mackenzie’s bedroom.
Her sister’s bed was unmade. Her closet door stood half open. Her dirty clothes were piled into a corner hamper.
Was there anything in this room that might offer a clue about what was going on?
She doubted it.
But she’d kick herself if she left any stone unturned. She’d always been thorough. It was why people hired her to be their attorney.
She looked through the closet. Through the dresser. On top of the dresser.
Nothing.
She searched the bathroom.
Still nothing.
She had one more idea . . .
Kori knelt and peered beneath the bed.
She sucked in a breath. Something was there.
She pulled out a black backpack.
Slowly, she unzipped it. Inside sat a second laptop.
Kori stared at it.
Why would Mackenzie have two laptops? What sense did that make?
She sat on the bed and opened it.
Just as she did with the other laptop, she typed in the date their parents had died.
It worked.
