Every gun in the room swung toward me. Bodyguards on all sides, fingers on triggers.
The wedding venue turned into a standoff.
A subordinate came sprinting in from the entrance, his voice tight with urgency.
"Boss—police are here!"
Every weapon disappeared in unison.
Officers filed into the venue.
"Police—official business. Where is Doug Quinn?"
Joy's father had been making the rounds, accepting toasts from guests. At the sound of his name, confusion flickered across his face. He instinctively stepped behind Damien.
"What's going on, Damien? This isn't about the car accident, is it...?"
"Don't worry, Uncle. All the evidence from the crash has been taken care of."
Damien positioned himself in front of Joy and her father with the easy confidence of a man who already considered hims
