Chapter 20
The digital image on the screen burned into Lucy’s retinas.
“...whose blood he paid to wash off his hands.”
Her knees felt suddenly weak, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of her neck. The kitchen, once warm and smelling of dinner, now felt like a sterile interrogation room. She stared at the scanned offshore wire transfer. The numbers were dizzying—millions of dollars moved quietly five years ago, right around the time Austin’s first contract marriage mysteriously collapsed.
Was Austin a monster?
The man who had just leaned in, his breath brushing her lips with a tenderness that made her soul ache... was he hiding a crime?
Before she could process the terror, heavy, frantic footsteps echoed down the hallway. Austin was coming back.
Panic surged through her. Lucy
