CHAPTER 2: WHAT SHE FOUND INSIDE
The smell hit her instantly.
Melissa covered her mouth and stumbled backward.
Hidden deep inside the mattress was a dead rat.
Its body had become trapped between the springs and foam.
"That's it?"
She almost laughed from relief.
After months of misery, the mystery was finally solved.
But as she pulled the mattress apart to remove it, something else caught her attention.
A plastic package.
Then another.
Then another.
Her stomach tightened.
Nobody hides packages inside a mattress for innocent reasons.
She carefully opened one.
Cash.
Bundles and bundles of cash.
More money than she had ever seen.
"What the hell, Jason?"
Her hands shook as she searched further.
That's when she found a metal lockbox hidden inside the mattress frame.
Inside were photographs.
Documents.
And several passports.
Each passport had a different name.
But every photo belonged to the same man.
Her husband.
Suddenly the dead rat no longer seemed important.
Because the man she'd shared a bed with for seven years might not even be Jason.
That evening, Melissa made a call she never imagined she'd make.
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Not to her husband.
To the FBI.
