Camilla's POV
I'd just gotten home from work, kicked off my heels, and poured myself a glass of wine when my phone rang.
Wakeman.
I frowned at the screen. He never called me unless it was important and usually, when he called, it was bad news.
"Hello?" I answered, trying to keep my voice casual.
"Camilla, we need to talk." His voice was low, urgent. "Vincent has started asking questions."
My heart stopped. "What kind of questions?"
"About Rachel. He wants to know who was behind her being pushed off that cliff."
I stood up so fast my wine glass nearly tipped over.
"What? Why is he asking about that now?"
"He saw Rachel today. They had a confrontation and she said some things that made him realize he might not know the whole story about what happened to her."
My mind raced. Of cou
