Chapter 22
The funeral was well-attended and as painful as they all expected. Octavia’s coffin was lowered into the cold January ground; Dan, her father, had such a look of desolation on his face that Romy could barely look at him. The guilt she felt was overwhelming, and since she and Blue had flown back to Seattle, a week ago, she had been working with the police to try and smoke Dacre out.
At the hospital, she and Blue had had a conference with Beau and the head of security and decided the measures would stay for now. “I’m not risking your life or anyone else’s, Romy.” Beau said. “I’ve had experience at the vengeful ex thing—my Dinah nearly died.”
“I know, Beau, and thank you.” Romy looked between the two men. “I’m so sorry for bring this all down on your heads.”
“It’s not your faul
