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“It is, Miss Hart. Because we need to know everything about Lucia,” Constantine says.

“But I already told you everything. I gave you her details and address. What else do you need?”

“Except that you probably missed one,” the other twin says.

“Alayna,” Brandon says in a soothing tone, “I heard Annette wasn’t living alone when she was in Venice.”

“But she was. Although there’s a time when I—” I stop and look at him with wide eyes. “No.”

I know what he is pointing out. I remember.

“No, no, no. Let’s not go into that.”

“So you understand what we’re talking about.”

Yes, because they’re talking about Lucia’s family. There was a time when her husband and son stayed with us, but it isn’t my place to talk about that. Her family has nothing to do with any of this. Lucia might be their suspect, but her family should not be. I saw them and lived with them. They’re kind, and they were happy. What they have is a home. A real home. I know that myself because I have one. Their family was as happy and