Manufactured Guilt

Kaelia

Detective Heidi knocked on our door at seven in the morning, bringing three other officers with her, and not a single one looked like they’d had their coffee or any patience to spare.

“Where’s Valerio Di Falco?” she asked.

“He’s in his office. Why?” I didn’t budge from the doorway. I held Bianca in my arms, like maybe I could shield her from whatever was happening.

“We need to ask him some