Or so she thought.
As the police officers lifted Arthur from the ground, the man, his face bloodied and his teeth bared in a macabre grin, looked over his shoulder directly at Clara. He didn’t seem like a defeated man.
“You found the documents in the drawer, didn’t you, Clara?” he shouted, his voice echoing in the now-silent café. “But you forgot to look under the car seat. What do you think I left set up for you and the boy if I didn’t come home today?”
Clara froze, her heart stopping in her chest. The car keys were heavy in her pocket. And the timer in the garage should already be ticking.


