Zeynep gave her a pitying look. “Is that really what you believe?” She glanced over her shoulder as if she half expected to find Volkan closing in. She looked at Yasmin, her expression urgent as she spoke quickly. “You must have come up against his temper by now, he’s not good at keeping it for long.”

Yasmin refused to play along, crossing her arms and staring stonily at the other woman.

Zeynep continued. “Caria’s fall off the dock was no accident. Volkan had been arguing with her that day over the paternity of the baby. According to him, she came to the dockyard to see him but never made it to his office.”

“You think Volkan pushed her?” Yasmin asked, aghast, her hand on her stomach. There was no bump yet, but she felt protective of the tiny spark of life nestled within. “Why did he doubt the baby’s paternity?”

“We know he pushed her in,” Zeynep said.

“There was video footage from the security cameras,” Demir added.

“Then why isn’t he in jail?” She felt sick at the implication… yet she couldn’t bring herself to entirely believe the charge. Volkan had lost his temper with her, but he’d never injured her. Not really.

He did threaten to throw a waiter off a roof for looking at you, her helpful brain reminded her.

Yasmin was confused and off-balance. Volkan hadn’t given her much reason to believe he wouldn’t kill someone, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe he’d murder an innocent woman. Not just any woman, but his pregnant wife. He might use underhanded methods to get the things he wanted, but she didn’t think he’d deal with the problem of his wayward wife with such violence.

Are you really willing to risk your baby on your gut feeling? No, she wasn’t, but neither was she going to take Zeynep’s and Demir’s word that Volkan killed his wife.

“I want to see the video,” she announced. “If he really killed his wife, I want to see it with my own eyes.”

Demir glanced in the mirror and she shivered at the look of cold loathing he gave her, though when he spoke, his tone was pleasant enough. “The video was erased.”

“Convenient,” she said, glaring back at Volkan’s brother.

She saw the shipyard in the distance and knew that there was a helicopter pad on top of the office building.

“It is convenient that the proof needed to send my brother to jail has been erased,” Demir said bitterly.

“If it existed at all,” Yasmin snapped.