Anthony Moretti's POV cont.
Lucia's face had gone from puce to greyish white in the span of seconds. "Wh, what are you talking about?" Her stuttered words were filled with disbelief.
"I know you've been f*****g my husband for almost a year, Lucia. I know you for the snake you are. Sneaking around, lying, cheating, trying to convince him to leave me. I know it all."
"I, I, I don't know what your talking about, Felicia. You're imagining things. Andrea's death is making you cr, cr, crazy." She tried to make light of it, hoping to deflect.
Felicia raised her hand motioning me forward. "Anthony, I believe you have the folder with you? Would you be a dear and pass it to Lucia so she and Maria can see what I'm talking about?" The calmness of her voice belied the vengence seething beneath the
