She was looking at Diane.
“You’re still lying to him?” she asked.
Diane’s face went white in a way I had never seen skin change so fast. Her hand went to her handbag like she needed something to hold.
The woman turned to me next. Her eyes were steady, almost apologetic.
“She deserves to know what you’ve been hiding.”
“Leave,” Diane snapped. Her voice cracked on the single word. “Leave right now.”
The woman looked at Marcus.
“Ask your mother why she’s really afraid of me.”
Marcus stared at her, then at Diane, then back.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Ruth. I’ve been trying to reach you both for three weeks. I left voicemails on both your phones and a letter at the house. I assume your mother got to them before you did.” She glanced toward the window. “I saw her car on the street 20 minutes ago, and I followed her in. I wasn’t going to let another chance walk past me.”
“Hired you for what?”
“To build a case against your wife.”
