they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

” he gasped.

Adela stumbled backward, her fake grief shattering, replaced by genuine shock. Bertha shrieked, dropping her leather handbag to the polished tiles with a loud smack.

From the corner of the room, Detective Richards emerged from the shadows. He reached into his dark jacket and produced a digital recording device. “We secured the warrant,” continue reading …