There was a pause.
“Liam left something in his office safe. It has your name on it.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“What kind of something?”
“I don’t think I should explain this over the phone.”
By the time I reached Liam’s workplace, my hands were shaking so badly I could barely turn off the car.
Mark looked pale when he met me at the front door.
He didn’t make small talk. He led me upstairs, unlocked Liam’s office, then opened the safe behind his desk.
Inside was a thick envelope.
My name was written across the front in Liam’s handwriting.
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