Now I wasn’t so sure.
I called Rachel.
“Do you remember talking to my aunt?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ever tell her about the women Dad was dating?”
Rachel hesitated.
“I might have.”
My stomach dropped.
“Did you tell her about the date with your father?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure?”
“I mentioned that I was helping you investigate.”
That was enough.
I drove to Sabrina’s apartment.
The Door Opened
Sabrina answered after several knocks.
She looked surprised to see me.
“What are you doing here?”
I looked down.
Beside the door were a pair of white sneakers.
Dark stripe.
Exactly like the ones from the security footage.
My heart began pounding.
“Aunt Sabrina,” I said quietly, “we need to talk.”
Her expression changed.
Not dramatically.
Just enough.
She stepped backward.
“About what?”
“My father.”
She didn’t answer.
“About the women he’s been dating.”
Her face became pale.
