Chapter Eight: Nadine's Secret
Nadine came to the funeral, but didn't cry. She wore black like a performance, her face hidden behind oversized sunglasses.
I hadn't seen her since. But now I had questions.
I met her at the café where she worked.
"You came," she said, smirking. "Didn't think you would."
"I found Parker's notebook," I told her. "Your name was all over it."
She didn't flinch.
"Of course it was. He was obsessed."
"Obsessed enough to die?"
She leaned forward. "Is that what you came to ask me? If I killed him?"
"No," I said. "I came to ask what you did to him."
She paused. Looked away.
"He knew," she said quietly. "About the baby. That it wasn't his. I told him everything. He didn't even get mad. He just... disappeared after that."
I stood up.
"One more thing," I said. "He took my school fees before he died. Did he give it to you?"
She blinked.
"No. I never saw a coin."