My Husband Pushed Me From An Icy Cliff While I Was Nine Months Pregnant, Believing A $50 Million Life Insurance Payout Mattered More Than Our Lives

I am sorry. Locker 214. North Station. —S

Serena.

Mara read it twice.

“It could be a trap,” Adrian said.

“Or evidence,” I replied.

The key was old, the kind used for luggage lockers at the city’s central railway station.

Mara sealed it in a clear bag.

“I’ll request a warrant.”

“How long will that take?”

“Not long.”

I looked at the note again.

The handwriting continue reading …