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“I’d heard that.”

“She sold to everyone. She serviced the poor and the richer kids. I think she made a small fortune.”

“Do you know where she went after high school?” I asked.

“Stayed in the area.”

“Think she was still dealing?”

“I’d heard she’d walked away from that. Too many busts the summer after graduation. And she wanted to be legit. But the money is good and real estate is slow.”

“She got back in the game?”

“She did.”

If Amy had sold drugs in high school, she wouldn’t have needed Raine’s paychecks. She’d taken the job at Hale House for what it gave her—credibility.

And if she’d still been selling drugs, that would widen the circle of potential killers.

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Raine

Friday, October 23, 2026, 9:30 a.m.

A knock at the door caught Molly and me at the breakfast table. She didn’t like eggs and toast, but after some coaxing, she’d accepted a bowl of sugary cereal. Not ideal, but I could only fight so many battles at once. I crossed to the front door and, opening it, found Judson standing on my doorstep.

“Good morning,” he said.

Heat rose at the memory of last night. “Is everything all right?”

“I have a few questions.” His voice was low, thick with the unspoken.

Sounded ominous. “Come into the living room. Let me tell Molly where we are.”

“Sure.”

In the kitchen, Molly swirled a spoon in her bowl. Beside her were a yellow legal pad and several pens. I had no art supplies, so when she’d asked to draw, I’d dug the pad from my backpack.

“Molly, I’m in the living room. You can find me there.”

She looked up from her drawing—Hale House, rough lines, and a big square. Two chimneys, front porch, and an oak tree out front. Outside the house, three stick figures—two adults and one child—Molly and her parents. Inside the house, a lone figure with a triangle skirt. Me.

“Who’s here?” she asked.

“Agent Blackwood.” I looked over her shoulder. “That’s a pretty picture.”

Molly covered the drawing with her hand. A frown furrowed her brow. “It’s not finished.”

“Okay.”

“Why’s he here?”

“I don’t know. He has questions.”

Molly tensed. “What kind of questions?”

“I don’t know. I’ll let you know.”