“A rag. It was stuck in the car’s exhaust pipe,” he said, swallowing hard. “And it was your car. Nobody else uses it.”
Helen felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over her.
“Are you saying… someone tried…?”
Lucas nodded slowly.
“If you’d started the engine with the garage door closed, you wouldn’t have gotten out of there. The mechanic says that can kill you in minutes.”
The woman brought her hand to her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
“How did you know?”
Lucas explained that he had gone to the house early to accompany her to the funeral because he knew she would be devastated. As he passed by the garage, he saw the rag tightly tucked inside the exhaust pipe. It didn’t look accidental.
“I wanted to take it out without scaring you, but when I heard you coming down… I just reacted,” he said.
Helen tried to think clearly.
