CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KIERAN'S POV
I stood in my office staring at the file Raffaele had just placed on my desk, the name BELINDA RUSSO printed across the top in bold letters. Inside were photos, documents, a complete history of the woman my cousin Marco was supposedly marrying next week. The woman who looked exactly like my wife but somehow different in ways I'd noticed from the beginning but couldn't quite explain.
Raffaele had done his job quickly as always, pulling together information from multiple sources in less than twenty four hours. Bank records, social media profiles, employment history, even old school photos going back to elementary school. Everything that could be found on Belinda Russo was spread out in front of me now.
"There's something strange about the timeline,"Raffaele
