“You think my cousin killed my wife.”
“I think your daughter thinks something. And instead of treating her like a problem, maybe someone should ask why.”
Dominic turned away.
For a moment, Grace thought he would block her out.
Instead, he gripped the edge of the marble counter until his knuckles went white.
“The official report said a rival family planted a device in Elena’s car. I found the men responsible.”
“And?”
“They confessed.”
Grace heard the unspoken truth.
“Before or after you hurt them?”
His silence provided the answer.
