CHAPTER 027

GIDEON'S POV

I stood in the corner of the dimly lit room, my back pressed against the cold wall as I watched the private investigator flip open a small notepad. His pen was poised, ready to jot down every detail. I knew the routine well—facts, observations, questions. None of them would bring my mother back.

“So you said when you walked in, she was already holding the gun?” His voice was calm and