Chapter 125

Nora POV

The recorder sits on the kitchen island like a small black bomb waiting to detonate. I haven’t touched it since I got home at three in the morning, showered twice to wash off the warehouse smell, and crawled into bed beside Lucy without waking her. Now it’s almost ten and I still can’t touch it.

Marcus is already here, nursing coffee at the counter. He didn’t ask for details when I texted him I was clear and heading home. He just said he’d stay until Sel arrived to take over watch.

I pick up my phone instead of the recorder. Three missed calls from the law firm. Two voicemails. I hit play on the first one while I pour myself coffee I probably won’t drink.

“Nora, it’s Rachel Kline. Harlan and Martinez came by the office this morning with questions. They’re fishing, but they’re persistent. We need you in her