“About twenty minutes after I got home.”
I scrolled.
There were more messages.
The sender knew Hannah’s address.
Her workplace.
The name of her younger brother, Lucas.
Then I reached the final threat.
IF YOU CONTACT THOMAS OR MAYA AGAIN, LUCAS WILL LEARN WHAT HAPPENED IN ASHFORD THREE YEARS AGO.
I looked at Hannah.
“What happened in Ashford?”
Shame filled her expression.
“Nothing criminal.”
She looked toward the pavement.
“Lucas was struggling with addiction three years ago. He disappeared for two days. I found him inside a motel and brought him home.”
“Who knows?”
