“Dominican,” Douglas said.

“Saved the best one just for you.”

I set the cigar down next to my crystal water glass without thanking him.

Douglas reached into a heavy canvas tote bag on the floor.

He pulled out a silver-framed photograph and set it upright in the center of the tablecloth, right beside the flowers.

The picture showed Brandon and Samantha cutting their five-tier imported cake.

They were smiling brightly under the ballroom chandeliers, captured just hours before the incident on stage.