Part Seventeen

The police officers parted as Dominic walked toward the house. There were more police officers inside the foyer, and at the bottom of the stairs stood Detective Williams, the one that had made the call.

“Mr Vittori, Captain Wilson’s waiting for you upstairs in the main bedroom,” he said.

“Thank you, Detective,” Dominic said.

Cooper and Ethan joined them in the foyer, and Austin led the way upstairs. It had to be bad for Jimmy Wilson to make the call and ask him to come to Conrad’s house. Dominic wasn’t sure he wanted to see it.

“Dominic,” Jimmy said, and he snapped out of it.

“Jimmy,” Dominic said and nodded his head.

Jimmy nodded his head and Dominic followed him down the hall where they had more privacy. “It’s a fucked up way to die, Dominic. Whoever did this … this was personal. I know you and the old man didn’t always see eye to eye, so I wanted you to see what we’re working with here. This was fucking personal.”

“Conrad had security cameras, inside and outside. Have you spoken to