Chapter 48

"I talked to McWhorter, the contractor, this morning," Steve was saying around a bite of Danish. "He said that he turned in all the keys he and his men had."

"Do you believe him?" Ray asked.

Steve shook his head. "I keep the spare keys in a locked drawer in my office. There was one missing."

Emma sipped at the hot vanilla latte the waitress had just brought her. "Who else has a key to our house?"

Steve looked over at her, his eyes so dark from a restless night's sleep that they looked almost as bruised as hers. "Just your parents. And Liz."

Emma's eyebrows rose. "Why would Liz have a spare key to our house?"

He sat back, pushing his thumb into a corner of his Danish. "She ran by the house a few weeks ago to get some paperwork I had forgotten. You weren't there, so I had to give her my keys. I gave her a spare the next day in case it happened again."

Emma glanced at Ray. He was watching the two of them like a child waiting for World War III to break out between his parents. She b