“You killed her.”
Gio glanced up. Engrossed in the paperwork in front of him, he hadn't heard the door open. He let the cigar smoke fade before setting the cigar in the ashtray.
“You're supposed to be resting.”
She walked fully into the room, a shadow of her former self.
“You killed her.”
“I didn't,” he replied calmly.
“Stop denying it!” Tears now filled her eyes. “You killed her! One of your mafia deals probably went wrong or... or you killed someone who came for revenge and... and Madison was their revenge.”
“None of my dealings led to Dee's Death. None would dare.”
“The man in the restroom.”
“What man?”
“At the gala. The one who attacked me. You killed him, didn't you?”
Gio shook his head calmly. “I was with you.”
She shook her head, as if dispelling confusion. “No. Not you.
