Chapter 11 - The Black CarOne cold November afternoon, Sophie saw a black sedan entering the driveway.
It moved slowly.
Too slowly.
The engine stopped beneath an old oak tree.
A tall man stepped out.
Charcoal overcoat.
Polished shoes.
Leather briefcase.
He approached the porch.
“My name is Arthur Vance.”
Sophie didn't recognize him.
“I’m an attorney.”
“Mark already has a lawyer.”
“Not that kind.”
He opened the briefcase.
Inside were documents.
A lien against the Fox Lake property.
Four hundred thousand dollars.
Mark had allegedly borrowed against the cabin through a shell company.
And Vance represented that company.
“You owe me,” he said.
Sophie refused to move.
Then Vance revealed the real reason he had come.
“Mark left something in this house.”
Something he wanted back.
Sophie refused him entry.
Then Claire stepped onto the porch.
Vance saw her.
His expression collapsed.
Claire stared at him.
“You.”
Vance stepped backward.
“You're alive.”
Claire's voice became almost a whisper.
“You were there.”
Sophie looked between them.
“Where?”
Claire pointed toward Vance.
May you like
“The bridge.”
The past had just arrived at Fox Lake.
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