THE MAFIA BOSS WATCHED HIS FIANCÉE ORDER ME TO KNEEL AND PICK UP HER DIAMOND EARRING—THEN SHE SAID, “SHE FELL BY THE SERVICE ELEVATOR,” BEFORE HE EVEN ASKED WHY I COULDN’T GET BACK UP. I could get down on my knees.

The syringe gleamed under the study's crystal chandelier.

Dr. Harris didn't look like a respected family physician anymore.

He looked like a man who was used to cleaning up messes.

And I was the mess.

Luca stepped directly between me and the doctor.

"What is that, Arthur?" Luca asked.

His voice didn't rise. It didn't need to.

"It's just morphine, Luca," Dr. Harris said, his eyes darting to the gun perfectly visible beneath Luca's tailored jacket. "The girl is in pain."

"She doesn't need morphine," Luca said. "And she doesn't need a train ticket."

Dr. Harris smiled tightly.

He tossed the blue paper ticket onto the desk.

"Vanessa bought that," Harris said. "She thought Grace might want to take a sudden vacation. A long one. With her little boy, Leo."

My blood ran ice cold.

"How do you know my son's name?" I choked out.

I had never mentioned Leo to anyone at the estate. I had kept my personal life entirely secret to protect him from the world I worked in.

Harris looked past Luca, his eyes locking onto mine.

"Vanessa is very thorough, Grace. She knows your babysitter is a teenager who falls asleep on the couch. She knows your apartment door has a broken deadbolt."

I stopped breathing.

They had been to my apartment.

"If you threaten her again," Luca said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper, "I will kill you where you stand."

Harris let out a nervous laugh, backing up a step.

"You don't want to do that, Luca. Because if I don't check in with Vanessa in ten minutes, she makes a phone call. And Grace's babysitter gets a very unexpected visitor."

I let out a sob, grabbing the edge of the sofa.

"Please," I begged. "Don't hurt my baby."

Luca didn't flinch.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and hit a single button.

"Daniel," Luca said.

"Yes, boss?" his head of security answered instantly.

"Send two men to Grace's apartment. Secure her son. Anyone who approaches the door, you break their legs."

"Copy that."

Luca hung up.

He looked back at Dr. Harris.

The smug confidence on the doctor's face completely vanished.

"Now," Luca said, pulling the heavy handgun from his jacket and pointing it directly at Harris's chest. "Let's talk about the silver watch on your wrist."

Harris instinctively covered his left arm with his right hand.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"My mother's room," Luca said, stepping closer. "Two years ago. You were there with Vanessa."

"Antonio's mind is gone!" Harris panicked. "He's making things up! The stroke ruined his brain!"

"He wrote it down, Arthur."

"He's confused!"

"Then why did Vanessa give you my grandfather's watch?" Luca demanded, pressing the barrel of the gun against the doctor's sternum.

Harris swallowed hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Because she owed me," Harris whispered.

"For what?"

"For the autopsy," Harris confessed, his voice shaking. "Isabella didn't die of a heart attack, Luca. She was poisoned. And Vanessa paid me to look the other way."

The room spun.

Luca’s finger tightened on the trigger.

"Why did Vanessa want her dead?"

"Because Isabella found out," Harris cried. "She found out about the drawing!"

Luca frowned. "What drawing?"

Harris pointed a trembling finger at me.

"The one in her apron pocket."

I gasped.

I reached into my left pocket.

My fingers brushed against a folded piece of construction paper.

I pulled it out.

It was a drawing Leo had made for me yesterday. A picture of a house with a big yellow sun.