I sit down in the chair furthest away from him with a loud thud. “Well, I would have been here soon if someone hadn’t whisked Valeria away. Care to explain where she is?”
His eyes drop to the table as his fingers skirt around the paper in front of him. He knows something and the guilty expression plastered on his face screams he has something to do with this. “Such a sad situation. I heard she passed away by her own hand. Sadly, no one would have ever thought she’d do such a thing.”
My fist pounds on the table as my control slips. “She isn’t dead. There is no way she is. She just got her family home back and was happily cleaning it, from what I saw when I inspected it. The blood wasn’t hers in the kitchen either. So, whose blood was it and who took her?”
Micah leans forward, catching my
