A Final Video, A Trusted Secret, And A Life-Saving Warning

Sophia I was golfing. Instead, I sat in a surveillance van two blocks from my house, watching my own home on monitors beside Sam.

At 2:00 p.m., Dylan arrived—unusual for midweek.

“I think he’s suspicious,” Dylan said on camera. “He asked me about Margaret last week. Out of nowhere.”

My blood ran cold. I’d asked that question thinking I was being subtle.continue reading …