I shoved my own issues aside. Mrs. R was good for her. She was stable and reliable and could see what I had failed to see.
“How was it?” she asked Clementine as she entered the kitchen.
“De . . . lick . . . is,” she said, rubbing her tummy.
My heart fluttered. She was cute beyond words.
“If you don’t mind, Miss Sterling, I’m going to take her for a walk before the rain starts. It looks like it might just storm all day.”
I was washing the frying pan. “Please, call me Elle, and that’s a great idea. I’ll just finish up here and be off. I have to get to work by ten.”
“You can leave those. I’ll clean them up later.”
I pushed the hair from my face. “I’m almost done.”
“Okay, then, we’ll be off.”
I wiped my hands on a towel. “Give me a kiss, silly girl.”
In her shiny patent leather shoes she came over to me. “Bye, bye.”
I gave her a big squeeze and kissed her. “I love you and I’ll see you this weekend.”
She gave me that open-mouthed kiss and then took Mrs. R’s extended hand.
As soon as I heard the door close, I ran into Michael’s office.
Sightless eyes were watching me, or that’s how I felt as I plugged the thumb drive into Michael’s computer and a series of letters and numbers flashed before me. The bar at the bottom moved at a snail’s pace. I dug my fingernails into my palms as it inched ever farther toward one hundred.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
I glanced around and noticed the bouquet of roses on Michael’s desk.
“That’s it,” I thought, and ran toward the tile that hid the keypad.
With shaky fingers I tried to move it. Nothing happened. I tried to turn it. Nothing happened. Had he relocated it?
Feeling defeated, I pushed in as I went to shove away and the tile popped open. I entered 7673—the numbers that corresponded to Rose, Michael’s mother’s name. The dead woman whose pictures were everywhere. The mother he had obviously loved.
I couldn’t believe it, but the bookcase to the left of the fireplace slowly started to open. My heart was racing and I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to steady my shaking body.
Anticipation clogged my throat. I wanted to run inside and see what all the fuss was about, but I was cautious and I waited for it to fully open. My eyes glanced back to the computer screen and the bar read 100 percent. Torn between the safe room and the computer program, I decided to eject the thumb drive first.
Once I did, I turned back and the door was still fully opened. I shoved the thumb drive in my pocket and wondered how long I should wait to see if it closed on its own. I should have asked Miles. I patted my pockets for my phone but it was in my purse, which was out in the foyer, and there was no way I could leave Michael’s office with the door to the safe room, panic room, or whatever you want to call it the way it was.
It remained fully open. I stared at it. It hadn’t closed by now and I knew it wasn’t going to. I was certain of that. I saw a large five-prong handle on the inside and knew it was there for someone to pull it shut and lock the door quickly by turning it.
Bracing myself, I took a tentative step forward . . . nervous but filled with hope that going inside would lead me closer to the truth.
One step.
Two.
Three.
And I was inside.
It was smaller than I had imagined. Twelve by twelve at the most. The air smelled musty and dry like the basement. But it was neat and clean. The walls were a deep blue. There were three clocks across the one directly opposite me. Each was labeled—Tokyo, London, and Washington. Under them was a desk that stretched the entire length of the room. Two monitors were located on each end of the desk. To my right was a couch sandwiched between open shelves with bottles of water, cans of fruit, and first aid supplies. There was another couch sandwiched between cabinets.
Curious, I started with those.
The center of the room was clear and if Michael had money or drugs hidden inside the room, they’d have to be in there. My pulse was thundering in every pressure point in my body as I moved quickly. If Michael came home and found me in here, I’d have no excuse that would ring true. Clementine wasn’t even in the house.
The bottom cabinet was a refrigerator that was empty. The top held a few guns, ammunition, and flashlights. The other cabinet was completely barren, but salt crystals were on the bottom of it. There was also a safe on the top that I wasn’t even going to try to open.
The desk held the monitors and a keyboard. I clicked the enter button and was shocked to see rooms in the house pop up as well as the front and back doors. In plain sight were the kitchen, the family room, and Clementine’s bedroom. Thank God, none of the other bedrooms were being monitored. Still, it made me a little jumpy to know Michael could watch me almost anywhere.