By the edge of the pool, Camellia dropped her drink.

The glass shattered across the concrete, and no one even looked at it.

“Luke?” Her voice came out high and thin.

“What is he talking about?

What condo in Belize?

You told me — you said you bought that with your bonus.” Luke couldn’t answer her.

He couldn’t even turn his head to look at her.

His whole attention was locked on Daniel, on the case lying cracked on the patio stones, on the ruin unfolding in real time.