iscreet "cleaners." The root cellar is scrubbed, but a faint, s

ins about i

trial bleach I told you to? It

nent expression of horror, just nods. "Yes,

truth. But he also knows his place. He has

t her side, his hand on her ar

over the fake reports from the private investiga

tight. "He wanted to hurt me, to humiliate me

age I can no longer express. Her delusion is perfect, a self

break through. He was one of the men who dragged me to the c

Tori in t

usband... the evidence in the cellar was conclusive. Ther

her papers, her eye

Peters? That I'm a l

didn't see what you thought you saw.

to have a life-threatening seizure," she says, her voice dangerously calm.

hard. He underst

ourse not. We'll redouble

ing him with a wave of he

lumped in defeat. Another

g a one-million-dollar reward for any information leading to my "safe return." Sh

the world, and she is the only