“She couldn’t hold a candle to Victoria,” he said. “Fuck you, Faith,” he said, his voice soft. “I hope you’re burning in hell.”

Jennifer looked at Lucy, her eyebrows raised. “I have no problem with that,” she said. She put her finger to her ear again, then said to Lucy, “We confirmed Chavez. They’re going to flush him out, stay put.”

Lucy wasn’t moving, but this was the best time to get some answers from Harrison.

“Harrison, did you order the hit on the Albright family?”

He slowly looked at her. “What?”

“They were executed. Their bodies were found. Certainly you’ve been following the news.”

He nodded but looked confused. “Why would I kill them? She left the country. She wasn’t supposed to come back. We gave her three million dollars to stay away.”

“Three million that you embezzled from Kiefer.”

He didn’t say anything to that. He looked back at Faith’s body. The blood didn’t bother him. Because he was a killer or because he hated his wife?

A moment later, Jennifer said, “They have him in custody.” She nodded to Harrison. “Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?”

“Go right ahead, I want to talk to Chavez before he lawyers up.”

Jennifer approached Harrison and read him his rights. He didn’t resist or say another word.

Lucy went out to the yard, where two officers had already cuffed Carl Chavez and were standing sentry while he sat on the ground next to a squad car.

Chavez glared at Lucy. “Fucking bitch.”

At first, Lucy thought he was talking to her, but he was looking behind her. She could see Faith Parker’s dead body in the foyer.

Chavez continued, “That woman ruined my fucking life, and I’m glad she’s dead.”

“Tell me one thing,” Lucy said. “Did Faith Parker or Simon Mills order the assassination of the Albright family?”

“Mills? That fucking wimp?” He laughed, which bordered on hysterical. “Parker. She said the bitch would be back within the week spilling her guts if we didn’t take care of her then. And then she turns on me? She sets me up? After I fucking did everything for her? Hell no, I’m nobody’s fool.”

Jennifer came up behind Lucy, leading Harrison Monroe from the house.

“You certainly aren’t,” Jennifer said, looked at Lucy, and winked.

Lucy’s phone vibrated and she pulled it from her pocket. She needed a hot shower as soon as possible—she had Faith’s blood all over her.

The call was from her boss, Rachel.

“Kincaid.”

“I owe your husband a beer.”

“He’ll be happy to hear that. Why?”