“What trust?”
The detective looked at me.
“You know what they’re talking about?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
Another message appeared.
Luke: Her father left everything to her first male heir.
D: Then you know what you have to do.
My hands went numb.
My father had died when I was twenty-two.
Luke had always told me my father left me nothing because the estate had been swallowed by debt.
But suddenly I remembered something.
The old lawyer.
Mr. Bennett.
The man Luke had always refused to let me contact.
My father’s attorney.
The detective looked at me.
“Caroline, does your father have an estate?”
“I don’t know.”
“Does he have a trust?”
“I thought it was gone.”
The detective looked at Rebecca.
Rebecca’s face had gone pale.
“I remember Dad mentioning something.”
“What?”
“He said Luke wasn’t allowed to know about it.”
I stared at her.
“What did he say?”
Rebecca leaned closer.
“Dad told me that if you ever married Luke, I was supposed to make sure you contacted Mr. Bennett.”
My heart pounded.
