My husband s:la:pped me over a trivial mistake—I stayed silent, but by morning I had already made a decision that changed everything between us.

Internal Affairs detectives: Monroe, who had once trained under me, and Patel, whose sister had survived a husband much like Victor.

Monroe’s eyes landed on my cheek.

His jaw tightened. “We should arrest him now.”

“No,” I said, sliding croissants into a basket. “He likes an audience.”

Chief Bell studied me for a long moment. “You’re certain?”

I poured coffee continue reading …