?"
I glanced around, lowering my voice. "After you ran, I started asking questions. The police report was thin, said she drowned, case closed. But no body? That's not an accident. Someone covered something up."
"Like who?" she asked, her voice urgent. "Dad? The cops?"
"Maybe," I said, rubbing my jaw. "Your dad was a wreck, but he shut down questions fast. And there was a witness, a groundskeeper, who said he saw a car near the pool that day. Black sedan, no plates. Then he clammed up, like someone got to him."
Vivian's eyes widened. "I saw a car too. That night, outside our house. I thought I was imagining it."
She gripped my arm suddenly. "Wait, what happened to my father? Is he still..."
"He's alive," I nodded. "Still in the old house. Drinks too much, barely leaves. I check on him sometimes."
"You check on him?" she asked, surprise in her voice. "Why would you do that?"
I shrugged. "Someone had to. After you left, he just... collapsed. Wouldn't talk about either of you."
