“I don’t know yet. The preliminary evidence suggests not, but it’ll be a couple of days before my office gets the official autopsy report.” He looked at her hands lying in her lap. She had twisted them together, gripping so tightly her knuckles had whitened. He covered them with one of his own. “There’s more. I need you to identify another body. Can you do that right now?”

She managed to respond with a jerky nod.

“The photo will be difficult to look at,” he said quietly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He pulled out his phone, and this time when he turned to her, he gripped her shoulder in a strong, bracing hold as he tilted the screen toward her. “Is this your divorce lawyer, Nina Rodriguez?”

It took a few moments for her frozen brain to process what she saw. Nausea surged, and she bolted for the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and locked it, then spun to heave over the toilet.

It was excruciating as her abused ribs protested. She struggled through it, and afterward she rinsed her mouth, splashed cold water on her face, and brushed her teeth.

Only when she was ready to face him again did she unlock and open the door.

He waited just outside. “I take it that’s a yes.”

*     *     *

She nodded.

Her expression was devastated. The color had leached out of her complexion, making the discolored bruises stand out, and there was a fragility in her gaze that he’d never seen before.

“This is about the Seychelles file.” She looked sick. “I got her killed, didn’t I?”

“You did not get her killed,” he said carefully. “Austin did. But yes, this is about the Seychelles file. At least that’s how I’m piecing together the information right now. Austin was desperate to get all the copies back from you—desperate enough to kill you to make sure you couldn’t talk. And Nina Rodriguez was the other one who knew about it, because she wrote it into your divorce settlement.” He paused. “How specific did she get in the wording of the settlement?”

“She was very careful. We didn’t want the documents to trigger extra scrutiny in the court system. We wanted the divorce to go through, so she just called it foreign investments.” She wiped her eyes. “Austin and I didn’t have any foreign investments. He knew what we meant.”

She looked like a feather could knock her down. Gripping her arm, he steered her back to the bedroom where she sank onto the mattress, lay down, and curled on her side.

He was too damn tired to resist the impulse that came next. Sliding onto the bed, he fit his longer, bigger frame along her slender, curved back and dragged the bedspread over them both. “I have to get a few hours’ sleep. After that, I should be able to cast more healing spells for you.”