Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
"My gut keeps pointing at one person, Sarah. Just one. And I’m not accusing you. I would never accuse you of hurting Beatrice."
I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping my throat. "This whole thing is pointless."
"My sister was thrown off a building!" Tyler’s voice rose, snapping the heads of a few socialites at the next table. Dex shifted his weight, glancing back, but I signaled him to stay put. Tyler lowered his voice, his jaw tight. "She was thrown off in the most cruel way imaginable. She didn't die a natural death, Sarah. She was murdered, and that footprint was the only thing the killer left behind. I cannot just let it go."