The message Rafael mentioned kept me awake all night.
"Your wife is smarter than you give her credit for. She's already three steps ahead of you."
Someone knew what I was doing. But who? And how?
Marco was the only person I'd told about the investigation. But he was in Italy, and he had no reason to contact Rafael. Besides, the message didn't sound like something a professional investigator would send.
Which meant someone else knew. Someone who was watching me closely enough to figure out what I was planning.
The thought made my skin crawl.
I lay beside Rafael in the darkness, listening to his breathing. He'd finally fallen asleep after hours of tossing and turning. I knew he was worried about me, about the message, about everything happening around us.
And I was making it worse by
