Chapter 27

My head was a blur as I drove down to Renée Helvig’s office in a frenzy with my head spinning. I seemed to be losing my sanity with each passing day, in all honesty. But I needed to get there quickly.

The phone rang as I accepted it.

“Lyra, are you sure it’s his car.”

“Yes, a red mustang.” She said, “I thought you’d know what he drove.”

“Guess it was irrelevant to me,” I breathed, “I’m sure that was the same car pulling away from my mom’s place that night.”

“He drives his mom around,” Lyra offered, “so maybe yours wasn’t lying. Maybe Marcus’s mom did visit her.”

“I trust no one.”

“Fair enough. Make sure your recorder is on.”

I screeched to a halt in Helvig’s parking spot, inciting concerned and surprised stares from people nearby. But I didn’t care. Getting out of the car and slamming my door shut, I marched into the building. The receptionist saw me and got up, but I held up a hand.

“Stay there.”

She stared at me, lost, and I walked past her into the elevator. I knew Marcus