from me?”
“The truth.”
“You have it.”
“I want him to say it.”
She considered that.
“He won’t.”
“He will if he thinks he has no other choice.”
Over the next week, we tightened the trap.
From the prepaid number, I told Grant that Tessa had saved photographs, messages, and receipts.
He begged her not to contact me.
When that failed, he offered money.
“How much?” I texted.
“Name a number,” he replied.
I showed Tessa.
She shook her head. “Ask for 10,000.”
“Why ten?”
“Because he told me
