Page 98 of Trust No One

“Yeah. He wanted it over.”

“She told you that?”

“Yes.”

“He was still living in the house. She wanted him out, but he wouldn’t go.”

“Why not?”

“He can’t afford to live anywhere else,” she said. “She’s paying the bills. And he seems to love Molly, but she’s his excuse to stay in the house.”

“He said they were working out their marriage.”

A brow rose as her lips flattened. “Not according to Maria.” She hauled in a breath. “I told Maria to kick him out. To move on. But Molly loves her dad.” Unshed tears glistened in her eyes. “Does Molly know?”

“No. I’m picking her up at two from school.”

“I know you’re her cousin, but why are you here?”

“I’m telling Maria’s friends about her passing personally,” I lied.

“That’s nice.”

“Would Gabe ever do anything to hurt Maria?”

Sara considered the question. “I never thought he had the backbone. But Maria said he had a temper.”

“What about Amy?”

Her face flattened with a scowl. “I don’t know anything about her.”

“Did Maria talk about her?” I asked.

“A little.”

“Where does she live?”

“Waynesboro.”

Her certainty caught my attention. “How’d you know that?”

She hesitated as color rose in her cheeks. “Maria and I might’ve done a little intel on her.”

That sounded like Maria. “Do you have an address?”

“Why do you want to talk to Amy? She doesn’t care about Maria.”

“Agreed. But I’d like to tell her about Maria myself.”

She sighed, reached in her pocket, selected a contact, and handed the phone to me. “Text it to yourself.”

I shared Amy Stocker’s phone number and home address with myself. I handed the phone back. “Thanks.”

“Do you know when there’s going to be a funeral?”

“We’re working on the details.”

“Let me know.”