“Sit down, Mr. Reed,” Mr. Hayes said sharply. “There is more.”
He reached into his briefcase and withdrew a thick sealed envelope.
“This was delivered to my office two days before Lily’s death,” he said. “It is marked in her handwriting: ‘To be opened only if my death is ruled an accident.’”
The church went utterly still. The ticking of the old wall clock sounded deafening. Jason’s color drained.
Mr. Hayes opened the envelope.