Sienna's name ended the quiet moment. I released Julian's hand, wiped my cheeks, and stood. Sienna was finally frightened enough to talk. I wasn't going to miss it.
Julian stood too. "She's panicking. Dante isn't. He still expects her to protect him, whether she loves him or fears him."
"Then let her hear what he'll do to save himself. I want to see her."
Julian led me back to the observation room. Sienna paced on the screen in the same silk robe, now wrinkled from hours in custody.
Her makeup had smeared, and dried mascara marked the skin beneath her eyes.
Julian pointed to a second screen showing Dante. "His line to his lawyer is monitored, and we've let him hear Sienna's interview. He thinks listening gives him an advantage. If he warns her the two of them need the same story, he l
