Alvin shot up, grabbed his keys, and left.An hour later, his black sports car pulled up outside the Mercer estate.Callie had been lying low.She'd loved him for years, watched him date Lena for five. She knew how to wait.Even with him desperate to find Lena, she hadn't called or asked questions.'Push him now, and he'll just get sick of me.'Then a housekeeper hurried in, smiling. "Mr. Danford's here."Callie's eyes lit up.He'd finally come to his senses.'Why chase a woman who's already gone?'She fixed her hair and hurried out, smiling."Alvin, what brings you—"She stopped.He stood at the door, his face ice-cold.Her heart skipped a beat. She kept smiling. "What's wrong?"He stared at her. "Did you mess with Diane Blake's grave?"Her smile froze. "What grave? I don't know what you're talking about."Alvin tossed his phone in front of her.The cemetery payment record. The employee's statement. Martha's recorded confession.It was all there.Callie went quiet.
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