“You’re believing the lies of a housekeeper,” she said.

“I also have the photograph,” Daniel said.

“And the banking records.”

What Daniel did in those pre-dawn hours, he did with a deliberateness that surprised even him, and that he was later grateful for.

Every instinct in a man who has just learned his fiancee arranged his brother’s murder screams for immediate confrontation, for rage, for the satisfaction of an accusation flung in the guilty person’s face.

And Daniel felt all of that.