“Receipt?”
Derek slammed his palm against the counter. “Why does that matter?”
“Because you’re demanding ten thousand dollars.”
Vanessa pulled a receipt from her handbag and tossed it toward me.
I photographed it.
Then I photographed the torn seam.
Her smile faded slightly.
Derek scoffed. “Playing detective?”
“No.”
I sent both photos to Ethan.
Then I walked toward the living room camera mounted above the bookshelf.
Derek followed.
“That camera hasn’t worked in months.”
“I know.”
He grinned.
What he didn’t know was that Ethan had replaced our security system
