Davis Rodriguez didn’t knock. He kicked the study door open, face like carved stone. "Damien. Jones Estate caught a massive fire."
Damien was cleaning a Beretta at his obsidian desk. He didn’t look up. The slide clicked smoothly. "Extent?"
"Total loss. William’s study ground zero, along with a large chunk of the mansion, " Davis’s voice was flat, professional. "Two bodies recovered. One male, severe burns, consistent with William Jones. The other… female. Smaller frame. Burned beyond recognition near the study entrance."
Damien’s slide locked.
"No positive ID. Dental records will take time. Police are leaning towards it being…” Dvis gulped once and then finally spoke, "Miss Smith. No one else is missing." Davis met his brother’s gaze, unflinching but wary.
Damien’s head snapped up. H
