I lowered the washcloth and stared at him. My heart hammered, but I forced my expression to stay perfectly blank.

His smile sharpened into something predatory. “Don’t play stupid with me. I’m not a fool. Mom found the encrypted statements printed out in your home office.”

Right on cue, Linda appeared over his shoulder, holding a folder up like a trophy.

Inside that folder were printed bank records highlighting his unusual withdrawals, several photographs of the bruises he’d given me over the years, and copies of documents I’d left exactly where they’d find them.

They had found the bait.

They had taken it, hook, line, and sinker.