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“I just plug it in?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She took a deep breath. There was no going back. “Here goes.”
Robin inserted the end of the cable into the phone. A screen popped up, something about allowing permissions. She clicked the okay button and a light she hadn’t seen before began flashing on the device.
“This is amazing,” Jessica gushed.
Robin wiped her hands on her thighs and for a few moments she just stared at the mattress.
This felt like a tipping point. There was no going back.
“We need to meet up so I can get to work on this. Is it done?”
“I just plugged it in.”
“It’s fast. Check?”
“Okay. Um, the light is now steady?”
“It’s done. You did great, girl. I’ll head up to my room and we can meet up. This is so exciting!”
Jessica ended the call.
Robin just felt…dread.
She plugged the phone back in then smoothed the comforter down so it looked just as she’d found it. That done, she turned around, searching for any other reason to stay.
They still hadn’t figured out what those pages Robin had found meant, but they did mention Uncle Daar.
Her gaze strayed into the bathroom and she glimpsed what looked like Uncle Daar’s wallet on the vanity. Curious now, she padded into the bathroom, shoved her phone and the device into a pocket then picked up the wallet. She flipped it open and frowned at an obviously American driver’s license.
Only, Uncle Daar wasn’t an American citizen.
The license was from Idaho of all places.
She was reasonably certain Uncle Daar had never, in fact, been to Idaho.
There he was though, and that picture was him.
But who was Gerald Patel?
The lights in the bedroom flipped on.
She gasped and turned, locking eyes with her uncle.
He wasn’t a very big man, maybe an inch or two taller than Dad. But at that moment Uncle Daar seemed bigger than life as he stared at her with a menacing frown.
He moved first, taking a long stride around the bed.
Robin took a step back. “I… I can explain.”
Her mouth kept moving, and she babbled words, pleading with him without saying anything of substance. And then he was there, standing in the doorway. She dropped the wallet and stepped back, but he was quicker. He reached out faster than she’d thought possible, grabbing her by the arm. He hauled back and slapped her so hard her brain seemed to rattle in her skull.
This was how she died. She knew it. Uncle Daar had killed Mom and now he’d kill her. Had it happened like this? Had she found out something she shouldn’t?
Her face was burning from the impact and her neck ached. That would just be the beginning.
