“Not at the venue.

Your sister brought it to the police station.”

Connie had kept the glass.

I stared at the photograph until the engraved letters blurred into a bright smear.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means she may be able to explain why Leticia was so desperate to find it.”

For the first time since waking on the metal table, I understood the terrifying possibility that the one person I feared might have betrayed me had also been the person keeping me alive.

PART 6