By Monday, you won’t have a job. Patricia hadn’t only taken my money.

She and Travis were trying to destroy every place I could survive without them.

Dad reached for his keys. “We’re going to the police.”

Denise raised a hand. “We are — but first we preserve everything. Messages, account records, photographs, call logs. And do not contact Travis or Patricia.”

Chapter 7 — Good

That plan became impossible ten minutes later, when Travis sent me a video. He stood inside my house beside Patricia, who was wearing one of my mother’s pearl necklaces.

Patricia smiled straight into the camera.