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“Yes, you’ve mentioned. Start from the beginning.”
“She suggested you’d been with her. Sexually.”
“Oh, she suggested that? She’s a fucking liar, but that’s not news to you, is it? I wouldn’t touch that woman with a ten-foot pole.” He reaches over and pulls the back of my head toward him. The gesture is aggressive, violent almost, and I deserve it. “And you fucking know that. So what the fuck else is going on?”
When he sits back, I pick up the bottle and pour myself a second glass, the burn of the first having disappeared too fast.
“Jax Donovan was dead when I got there.”
“Already knew that.”
“The security footage was erased.”
“Again, old news.”
“Except it wasn’t. There’s video of me at the house.”
That stops him. “Shit.”
“Yeah, shit.”
“That was destroyed,” he says.
“Apparently not. The person who has that footage, who most likely killed Jax Donovan, sent a still of me coming out of Donovan’s house to Madelena right before the wedding. It’s why she was so out of it. So upset. She thought I’d killed her uncle.”
“If she saw you coming out of the house the night he was killed, I get it.”
“Well, lucky for me, I have a copy of all of the footage now.”
“Why lucky for you?”
“There’s one thing the killer doesn’t know.” Caius’s eyes narrow as he waits for me to take my phone out of my pocket and scroll to the image I’d just shown Odin. I turn the phone toward him. “When I saw Donovan’s body in the pool, I snapped a picture. It’s time stamped. It was three minutes after I got inside.”
“Oh?” He takes my phone, zooms in. “Good. This was smart. It’ll at least prove you couldn’t have done it.” He hands the phone back. “You don’t know who sent the photo?”
“No.”
“Who would have something to gain by this? If they don’t know you have the time-stamped photo of Donovan dead, who would have something to gain by sending that photo to Madelena?”
I shake my head. I’m fucking tired. Too many fucking questions.
“I can think of one family,” he says, answering his own question.
He means the Averys. “How would the Averys be involved? Why?”
“I’m sure Thiago or Bea or fuck, Camilla even, could have been having you followed. Maybe they somehow knew the plan.”
“I don’t fucking know.”
“Is it possible Thiago was going to meet with whoever has that footage?”
“I can’t see how that makes sense.”
“Or maybe give that footage to someone. De Léon maybe? I mean, he is the reason you were there in the first place.”
“De Léon is not strong enough to push Thiago off the catwalk,” I say, voice lowered. “He has no use of his dominant hand, remember?”
“Not the old man, but Odin maybe? If he had enough reason to? I mean, he could use it to blackmail you and save his sister.”
