It was a business plan.

He had run the numbers on his wife’s life, found them favorable, and executed.

The coldness of it is the thing I cannot get past, even now.

He had calculated Jessi’s worth in dollars, and decided she was worth more dead.

Chapter 18 — Your Oath

As the officers walked him out through the front foyer of the house I had visited a hundred times, Luca stopped in front of me, and for a moment the mask came all the way off, and he looked at me with pure, undisguised venom.

“You ruined my life, Ivan,” he hissed.