Paulo's face went white. "Me? Dead? No. I don't think so. Why?"
Quinn leaned forward. "Because if the brakes were tampered with, someone wanted that car to crash. Either Helena was the target, or you were."
"Or both," I added, my voice flat.
Paulo shook his head quickly. "No one wants me dead. I'm nobody. Just a personal trainer."
"A personal trainer f*****g a billionaire's wife," Quinn corrected. "That makes you somebody. Just how many clients have you fooled around with? Did you dump someone that could get jealous enough to kill? See Helena as standing in the way?"
I looked at Quinn, surprised how her mind worked. Why hadn't I thought of that?
Paulo's expression shifted, something uncomfortable crossing his features. "There was someone. A few months back. Before Helena became... mo
