“It’s pictures of Corinne!” I yelled back, tears stinging my eyes.

Daniel stared at the picture, his hand trembling, and his eyes slowly, slowly, rose to meet my own. We stared at each other over the dark corner of that photo. Even now I had trouble asking. Silently, I mouthed: You?

He shook his head just once.

Tyler turned around and looked at Daniel over his shoulder, then at me. “Who is this?” he asked, pointing to the shadow.

“It’s Dad,” Daniel said.

It had to be, because otherwise, it was him.

“Did you know about this?” I asked.

“No,” Daniel said, frowning at the other pictures. “No, I swear.”

The woods have eyes.

“Where did you get these?” he asked.

Tyler was silent, staring across the lawn, deep into the woods.

“Annaleise Carter,” I said.

Daniel’s face hardened. “Burn them,” he said.

“She has a flash drive,” I said. “Dad paid before. And now she wants me to pay. She sent a text to Officer Stewart asking about Corinne, said I had until he saw it to make up my mind. I had to say yes.” I felt the tears rising again, and I fought them back down.

Daniel dragged a hand down his face, shaking his head. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Okay, tell me. What does she want?”

“Ten to stay quiet. She’ll give us the flash drive for twenty.”

“Thousand?” Daniel barked. “How the hell does she think we can get twenty thousand dollars?”

Tyler looked down at the floor, but not before I stared at him for too long. “Because, Daniel. We’re selling the house. Everyone knows.”

“We need the money,” Daniel said. “We can’t afford to pay her off and pay for Dad.”

“I know that.”

“Do you?” he asked.

Great. We were going to start fighting about something that had nothing to do with the pictures of a dead Corinne Prescott. We were going to fight about how I didn’t understand basic finances, how I’d checked out of family affairs for the last ten years, how I’d left all the responsibility to him, like always.

“These are just pictures,” Tyler said. “And really hard-to-see pictures. They don’t prove anything.”

“Except they’re enough to investigate,” I said.

“Okay, okay,” Daniel said, pacing the room. “Well, we have some time. Even after we get an offer on the house, it can take months to close. Buy us some wiggle room. I’ll talk to her. We’ll talk to Dad. We’ll figure something out.”

I started laughing, my chest heaving, my eyes tearing over. I held up my left hand. “She gave me two weeks. And she took my ring.”

“What?” Tyler yelled.

“Yep. As insurance, she said. Thinks maybe I’ll get her the money faster. Thinks I won’t report it missing.”

“How much is it worth?” Tyler asked.

“You’re not serious. I can’t just tell her to sell it and keep the money. It’s appraised and insured, and trust me, Everett’s not just going to let it go.”

“Everett,” Tyler mumbled.

“Really, Tyler,” I said, “she thinks I have money because of you.”

“This is ridiculous. It isn’t like her,” Tyler said.

“Are you sure? What’s she like, then?”

We all have two faces. I learned that from Corinne.

“Call her,” Daniel said.

“What?” The panic made my voice too high, too tight.

“Call her. Get her over here. This shit ends now,” Daniel said.

“Oh, right,” I said. “ ‘Hey, baby, you know how you’ve been blackmailing the Farrells? Can we talk about that?’”

Tyler stared right at me as he pressed his phone to his ear. “Hey,” he said. “Did I wake you?” He lowered his eyes from mine and left the room. “I know it’s late. I’m sorry. I’ve got a favor to ask.” More pacing. “I left my truck at the Farrells’ place so Dan could cart some stuff to the dump in the morning. I left the keys, but now I’m thinking I might’ve left my wallet. I can’t find it.” He leaned his forehead against the window while he listened. “Can you drive it over if it’s there? Do you want me to stay on the line? Okay. Thanks.”

He hung up. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but it was happening now, whether we were ready for it or not. The three of us clumped into the kitchen.

“Turn off the lights,” Daniel said.

Tyler came up behind me in the darkness. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Let’s go,” Daniel said.

* * *

I SAW HER COMING from the corner of the house I was pressed against, her purse slung over her shoulder, in yoga pants with her hair in a ponytail, as if she’d just rolled out of bed. She had a flashlight, and she strode across the backyard, around the side, straight for the driveway. I saw the moment she realized: when she noticed not only Tyler’s truck but Daniel’s car behind it. She slowed and stopped, and I could sense her debating. She took a tentative step back.

“Wait,” I said. I had circled behind her, and Tyler was standing beside the truck. He opened the door, switching on the overhead light so we could see each other better. I could make out her outline but not her face—couldn’t tell whether she was surprised or scared, pissed or sad. I couldn’t see Daniel at all.

She whipped her head back and forth between me and Tyler. “What the hell?” she said, but she knew. She knew exactly what the hell.

“You made a mistake,” Tyler said. “The ring. Give it back.”

She hitched her purse up on her shoulder, folded her arms across her stomach. “Did she tell you?” she asked. “About the pictures?”

“You made a mistake,” he repeated.

“Seriously, Tyler?” She looked over her shoulder. “Where’s Dan? Why am I not surprised? Are you out here, too?” she said. And then louder, “You know what I realized? You all lied that night, didn’t you? All of you. You have to know. You’re all covering for someone.”

I saw Tyler’s head snap up, his whole body wound tight.

“Those pictures don’t prove anything. But blackmail is illegal,” I said.