CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
KIERAN
The report came through at eleven thirty, just as I was finishing my second glass of whiskey in my study. Raffaele walked in without knocking, his face grim in a way that meant bad news.
"We have a problem," he said.
I set down my glass. "Tell me."
"Verena Falcone has been blackmailing your wife. Has been for weeks." He pulled out his tablet, swiping through documents. "Security flagged some concerning searches on Mrs. Vescari's laptop a few weeks back. Bank transfers, cash withdrawals, jewelry appraisals. We've been monitoring since then."
My hand tightened around the glass. "Continue."
"Verena's been demanding fifty thousand dollars, threatening to expose some video evidence if Mrs. Vescari doesn't pay. The deadline was tonight at eight PM. Your wife mi
