I had hung that picture myself, on the couple’s wedding day. An officer lifted the heavy frame and found a small black memory drive taped to the wall behind it.

Bradley slumped into a chair, his arrogance gone. As they cuffed him, he started shouting like a madman. “Katherine is dead, and a dead woman can’t win!

Everything is mine — I’m her surviving husband!”

Heather was arrested too, for her part in it. Before they led her out, she looked at me and tried to apologize. I said nothing. I stared straight through her.

When the police cars pulled away, sirens flashing, Raymond handed me another sealed envelope. “Katherine asked that you get this only after their arrest.”

Inside was a small silver key, a photo of Tanya as a newborn, and a final letter. Mom, don’t look for me among the dead. Look for me in my daughter’s future.