Mr. Trazelli called the Rollins brothers after watching the news.

“Good work boys. Lay low, take a trip. Just disappear until this blows over. You know the drill. It’s been a pleasure working with you. Keep in touch.”

The police will begin scouring that place for some idea of where she might be. They’ll find her adoption business sound. They’ll find my donations, which look like just that. I’ll tell them I met her years ago and agreed to help her out. Tax write off and all. There was only one paper on one child that could tie her to me and it was in my safe deposit box.

That lawyer of Devon’s will dead-end with the manager missing, but I will have my document. My motives will remain pure. The manager can’t share any of my secrets now. How she was best friends with Devon’s mom, and how she was the ex-girlfriend of one of the men who killed her best friend. Or how her ex told her how evil I was. Before I killed him.

As far as the world knows, Devon’s mother O.D.’d. I’ll never be questioned for that.