Three days later, on the day I was discharged from the hospital, the front pages of every major news outlet carried the same headline.
"Prominent Businessman Accused of Hiring Hitmen to Kill Wife, Taken Into Police Custody"
The photo beneath it showed Vincent in handcuffs. His head was bowed, his hair unkempt, and his once sharp, handsome face was carved deep with total defeat.
Celeste, who had come with me, spread the newspaper open across my hospital bed.
"Those men he hired told the police everything after just one night in custody," she said, turning the page, her tone sharp with quiet satisfaction. "Vincent is finished this time. Attempted murder carries a heavy penalty. He will pay for every bit of it."
I took the paper from her, looking at that face I knew so well yet hardly re
