“You knew they were dead all along?” I demanded.

“The state police called me the very next morning after the wreck,” Arthur admitted.

“Why would they call you?” I asked, thoroughly confused.

“Because I was the very last person Paige called on her phone,” Arthur revealed.

I caught myself gripping the bedrail.

It was an ordinary metal rail with a chipped patch of paint near the latch, and holding it felt better than holding all the questions at once.

“Do you have proof?” I asked.