I was late to Eli Marcello’s party. But I was also on the hunt, and as a cop, one of those things definitely took precedent. Eli’s party would go on for another several hours. And he’d be ten for an entire year after that.
But I’d found a clue, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to follow it.
I was a cop, after all.
My investigation had been going … well, interestingly, to say the very least. I’d slowly but surely, little by little, been piecing together truths about Vanessa’s past.
She had a lot of hidden secrets. I just wasn’t sure what they all meant. It was like having a puzzle dumped out over a table and no clue what the final picture was supposed to look like.
I had ideas. I had guesses.
And now, I was on a path to hopefully find the final missing piece. Put the whole thin
