Come alone to the old site if you want the truth.
And in that moment the whole shape of it inverted in front of me.
Mireille — the woman who had poisoned me for years, who had taken my child up a mountain — Mireille had been a pawn.
Somebody had found the resentment already sitting in her and used it as a door into my house.
The man on the other end of that text was the one who had been playing the long game, and he had just told me, in eleven words, that whatever this was, it had started before I was born, with my mother.
Chapter 17 — Detective Vachon