I jump, startled. But I don’t speak. I’ve crossed into territory so dangerous that anything I say will land me in Rylan’s crosshairs or see me locked up for the rest of my life.

Detective Bradley puts his hand on the file. I watch his fat, pink fingers curl around the edge as he prepares to open it.

My palms get so clammy I have to scrub them on the front of my dress. I rip my gaze away from the innocent-looking folder because I can’t look at that picture again. I just can’t. ...