Chapter Thirty One
Warren came to the estate himself two days later instead of calling, which told Rafael, before a single word came out of his mouth, that whatever he had found was serious enough to warrant showing up in person.
“I found something in the toxicology gap,” Warren said, spreading a folder across Rafael’s desk while Amara sat rigid in the chair beside him. “It is not conclusive. I want to be clear about that upfront. But it is more than suspicious.”
“Tell us,” Amara said, her voice steadier than she felt.
“The substance that was never tested for back then interacts badly with a common heart medication — the kind someone with your father’s cardiac history might’ve been prescribed without it raising any flags. On its own, it’s nothing. Combined with an existing condition, t
