Page 44 of Death

Grace never fucking mentioned her. Neither did Dominik. Are they looking for her?

Lifting a hand, I push my fingers through my hair.

We’ve had many meetings on the island where we’ve discussed problems we were dealing with, and not once did Dominik inform us that his sister-in-law is missing.

What the fuck is going on here?

Opening the chat with Dominik, I think for a moment before I type a message.

Santiago: How are things on the island? Getting any sleep?

I watch as he reads it before replying.

Dominik: I’m running on two hours of sleep. Come babysit.

Santiago: A little busy right now. I just got back from Ireland, and while I was there, Ian Devlin popped into my mind. What happened to his estate?

Dominik: It was split between his brother, Grace, and his other daughter.

Santiago: Grace has a sister?

Dominik: Yeah.

Santiago: You never mentioned her.

Dominik: Didn’t think I had to. What’s with all the questions?

Santiago: Just bored and curious.

The next moment, my phone rings, and seeing Dominik’s name, I let out a sigh.

“Hey,” I answer.

“What’s going on?” his voice rumbles over the line.

I move away from the door and lean against the banister, looking at the foyer below.

Dominik has never given me any reason not to trust him, but because it involves Ciara, I hesitate.

“Santiago?”

I twirl the ring around my finger, weighing my options before I say, “Nothing. I’m just having a shit night.”

“We’re lying to each other now?” he asks.

“Okay.” I glance at the shut door. “I’m going to tell you something, but you can’t lose your shit. You have to let me deal with it.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I found Ciara.”

“What?” He pauses for a moment. “What do you mean you found her?”

“I fucking found her running for her life in Ireland. She was held captive since the day before Ian was killed.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses. “Are you sure it’s Ciara Devlin?”

“Yes.” I close my eyes. “Why didn’t you look for her?”

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