Then I leaned toward the screen.
“Play it again.”
Tobias did.
This time, I watched Garrett’s hands. The ring on his right hand. The slight movement of his jaw when he was impatient. The way he touched Penelope’s shoulder as if she were something he owned.
I had shared a bed with that man for three years.
I had trusted him with my family, my business, my future.
And he had been planning my death.
“Can we take this to the police?” I asked.
“We can,” Samuel said. “But we need to be careful about which officers we approach. Someone inside the investigation into your parents’ deaths closed the case too quickly. Garrett has money, influence, and friends in the right places.”
“Then who can we trust?”
Samuel opened a drawer and removed a business card.
“Federal investigators have been examining the shell companies connected to the shipyard. One of them contacted me six months ago. Her name is Special Agent Naomi Brooks.”
