Recap
Dennis blinked. "Your wife? Why?"
"She's part of this," Benjamin said, his tone unreadable. "Not as a suspect—yet. But she knows something. And today… I'm going to make sure she tells me everything."
Dennis exhaled slowly. "Be careful, Stridha. Whatever this is—it's bigger than Bianca."
Benjamin gave a small, cold smile.
"Everything always is."
Now let me in on this one: why was your cousin Mercy involved in all this? And are you going to take matters into your own hands?
Dennis's question sliced through the thick air like a blade.
Benjamin didn't answer right away. He walked slowly to the bar cart, poured himself a glass of water—not whiskey, not today—and took a deliberate sip. Then he turned to face the chief, eyes heavy with old betrayal.
"Mercy," he said quietly, "should've never been involved. But she was always envious of Bianca… and close to someone who wanted me distracted."
Dennis furrowed his brow. "Who?"
Benjamin raised an eyebrow. "Victoria."
