DOMINIC’S POV
For a long second, I just stared at Detective Alec.
My mind didn’t take in his words right away. They hovered between us, refusing to settle, as if my brain was pushing them back.
“They were murdered by the very people he’s sitting with in this photo,” Alec said calmly. “He became an informant, a witness for the Department of Justice. That’s what helped us put Giuseppe Vincent away. This isn’t a group of friends, Mr. Adler. This is a photograph from a coordinated sting operation.”
The room felt smaller. I shifted in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me. My chest tightened, and I forced myself to breathe.
Alec leaned back, shaking his head slowly. He took off his glasses and set them on the desk, rubbing at his eyes like this was all an inconvenience to him.
“I gues
