“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
“Open it,” the man says.
“Your mother-in-law suffered fatal injuries.” There is blood all over the floor. Soiled gloves tossed on her naked chest. Her arm hanging off the side of the cot, fingertips grazing the floor, the bracelet with the one key. Her face, rearranged. “You don’t want to remember her as she looks right now.”
“Unlock the fucking ambulance.”
The other paramedics start to gather. “Is there a problem?” one says.
Two security guards come out. “Everything okay out here?”
“No!” Stephanie points at me. “She has my mother locked up in that ambulance like some kind of prisoner.”
