They reached the porch and stopped when they saw the new lock.
“You changed the locks?” Ashley asked.
“Yes.”
Bradley stared at me.
“You locked me out?”
“No, Bradley. I stopped pretending you live here.”
I held up the rental paperwork.
“Twenty-four thousand dollars.”
Ashley’s face changed.
Bradley looked toward her.
That tiny reaction told me something important.
He knew some of it.
Maybe not all.
I looked at Ashley.
“Tell him.”
She said nothing.
“Tell your husband why strangers were paying you to stay in my cottage.”
Bradley turned.
