Two hours later, Sutton and Keira were sitting in Roman’s living room, staring at Blair like she’d lost her mind.

“Let me get this straight,” Sutton said slowly. “You want us to pretend you’re dead? At your fake funeral. So we can catch Uncle Peter confessing to murder.”

“That’s the plan,” Blair confirmed, curled up on the couch next to Roman. Her head was still pounding, but the painkillers were finally kicking in.

“That’s the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard,” Keira ...