Author: JM Nab

PART 2 — THE ACCOUNT WITH HIS NAME ON IT “I didn’t think you’d ever find out.” I stared at Cal across the kitchen island. “That might be the worst …

At Christmas dinner my husband told his family “we” had gotten a bonus and “we” were putting………….. Read More

“Marcus Vale has been dead for four years.” I sat on the edge of my guest room bed, phone pressed against my ear. “What did you say?” The officer repeated …

PART 4 — THE DEAD MAN WHO KEPT GETTING PAID Read More

“Bring me my daughter-in-law.” The voice on the phone was calm. Too calm. Cal stood in the middle of the kitchen in handcuffs, staring at the phone like it had …

PART 6 — THE MAN WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD Read More

“Robert Kincaid wants immunity.” The detective’s words sat in the room like smoke. I stared at him. “For testifying against Cal?” “Yes.” I looked back at the frozen image on …

PART 8 — THE DEAL ROBERT WANTED Read More

I stared at the scheduled messages on Cal’s phone. Something happened to Josie. There’s been an accident. Josie won’t be coming in. It’s done. Tell Robert we can move everything. …

PART 10 — (END) THE MESSAGE CAL NEVER EXPECTED ME TO READ……………..At Christmas dinner my husband told his family “we” had gotten a bonus and “we” were putting Read More

The lawyer nodded slowly. “Yes.” I pressed my hands against my chest, trying to calm my breathing. For five years, I had believed that whatever had brought Richard and me …

I married my wealthy 72-year-old boss so my … Read More

PART 3 I already knew he lied. Not because he had stolen money. I already suspected he had been taking advantage of us. It broke because my wife had known. …

My Wife Called Me a Monster for Kicking Out Our Son—Until We Found Out What He Had Done Read More

PART 2 — THE FOLDER ON THE KITCHEN TABLE “Difficult?” I repeated. David finally looked at me. “Mom, Sarah just wants to make sure everything is handled correctly.” Emma gave …

My daughter-in-law excluded me from the family reunion guest list, so rather than argue………….. Read More

I stared at the page for several seconds. My name was there. My address was there. Even the date was correct. But the signature was not mine. It looked close …

PART 4 — THE SIGNATURE THAT WASN’T MINE Read More

For several seconds, nobody moved. The detective’s words seemed to hang in the cold night air. “Someone tried to access my safe-deposit box?” Detective Alvarez nodded. “According to the bank’s …

PART 6 — THE ENVELOPE HAROLD LEFT BEHIND Read More