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just outside the door to the sitting room. Alonzo had already let in the police. Paolo and Alonzo immediately turned over their guns and gave their stories. She knew the bullet that had killed her grandfather wouldn’t match either gun. Still, she knew Paolo and possibly Alonzo had killed him.
    The first questions the police asked after inquiring if she had seen anything or anyone were about what had happened to her to get the cuts and bruises on her face. She made up a story about working out with Paolo in the gym, boxing earlier, and she’d taken a couple of hard punches. They discovered the state-of-the-art gym complete with boxing ring and martial arts equipment and they seemed to believe her.Paolo raised his eyebrow at her and nodded as if he was pleased with her story when the detective went to him to confirm what she’d told them.
    Hours later, after answering question after question, her ribs burning and her head throbbing, after crying her eyes out until she was certain she had no tears left, her grandfather’s body was gone and the detective was still talking to Paolo and Alonzo. She knew it was now or never. Paolo was watching her like a hawk. Her grandfather’s murder had been about her. About her declaration that Antonio find her another man to marry because she wouldn’t accept Paolo or Alonzo. She knew her grandfather had known she meant what she said and he argued with Paolo about it.
    Maybe the two men had conspired to kill her grandfather in order to take over his business. And they needed her to do it. She was directly responsible for her grandfather’s death. There was no other way to look at it. She knew Paolo had mentioned that her grandfather was in a feud with Elijah Lospostos. She knew because she had been questioned closely. She denied knowing anything about it, because she didn’t know they were in a feud. Only that her grandfather had sent a hit man to kill him, and no one mentioned that.
    â€œI’m exhausted and I need to lie down.” She looked up at Paolo as if for permission. As if she were looking to him now that her grandfather was gone.
    Instantly satisfaction crept into his eyes. Solicitously he went to her, taking her arm to help her out of her chair. “The house is a crime scene,
cara
. You will have to sleep in the guesthouse. The detective said the gatehouse and the guesthouse can be used. You take the guesthouse. Alonzo or I will be watching over you.”
    She bit her lip and looked up at the officer who had come over to stand beside her. “I’ll need clothes,” she said, her eyes filling with tears again. She had to allow Paolo’s hands to steady her when her ribs screamed at her and her legsshook. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” And she didn’t. She felt more lost than ever.
    â€œI’ll go up with you,” the officer said gently. He looked compassionate.
    â€œAlonzo, keep an eye on her,” Paolo said. The officer raised an eyebrow, and Paolo shrugged. “We’re not losing her too. They shot him right under our noses.”
    Alonzo trailed after them. She packed as many clothes as she could without looking suspicious. Most importantly, she packed one of her best suits, and went out to the guesthouse with the policeman and Alonzo. An idea for escape had formed. Two years earlier, on a visit home, she had overheard Paolo and her grandfather talking.
    Her grandfather had mentioned a man named Drake Donovan. The reason the conversation and name impacted her so much that she remembered was because Antonio sounded admiring. He had told Paolo that Donovan headed a security company and the man was incorruptible. He said if any of Donovan’s team or Donovan himself was involved in any way in security or any of the problems the man took on, everyone else should stand down and walk away, no matter the cost of losing to him. She’d also heard that Donovan was a friend of the local