Chapter Forty-Three Maya

Chapter Forty-Three

Maya

June 2023

It’s Tuesday morning and Simmons sits across from me at the police station, Naomi’s notebook on the table between us.

“Where did you find this?” she asks.

“It was caught behind the desk in my sister’s room in Greenwich. We were there for the funeral.”

“And when was the funeral?”

“It was on Sunday.”

“Why didn’t you call us the day you found it?”

I hesitate. “I—I wanted to look through it myself. I didn’t know it would have anything useful to your investigation in it until I read it.”

Simmons writes this down. She takes a deep breath and folds her hands on the table before meeting my eyes.

“The final autopsy results showed evidence your sister was drugged.”

I clench my jaw. That’s what I’d been trying to tell them.

“What did you find?” I demand, trying to keep my voice even.

Simmons opens the folder in front of her. Inside is a photo of my sister’s neck. There’s a tiny red mark on the skin, a puncture wound, nearly impossible to see without the magnified image.

“We found this mark on her body,” Simmons says, sliding over the photo. “We suspect someone may have injected her with the ketamine.”

I look up from the photo to her, the sick feeling in my stomach rising up my throat. I swallow. “You have to look into Matthew DuPont again.”

Simmons frowns. “Why do you say that?”

My throat is so tight it’s hard to speak. I swallow. “In her notebook, you’ll see Naomi mentions a girl named Lila Jones. She was a member of Sterling Club and also in Greystone Society. She was a friend. She died on a ski trip in 2012. I think my sister was looking into her death.”

After a slow, steadying breath, I tell her everything I remember about that weekend.