The officer’s expression changed.
“Did Richard prepare this gift alone?”
I looked at the silver paper.
The ribbon had been tied perfectly.
The tag was written in Richard’s blocky handwriting.
I remembered how he had stood still while Emma screamed.
I remembered how he had told me to be careful what I accused people of.
Then Daniel’s phone rang.
The hospital.
He answered immediately.
He listened for less than ten seconds.
His eyes moved from the evidence bag to me.
“They found something else,” he said.
The officer lowered the bottle.
“What did they find?”
