It was Daniel.
Not in a family setting. Not at a wedding. In grainy surveillance footage, standing beside a black SUV outside a federal office building in Denver, Colorado.
My throat tightened. “What is this?”
“We’ve been investigating financial fraud tied to a biomedical startup,” Ortiz said. “Shell companies, stolen patient data, illegal testing contracts. Your son-in-law’s name came up six weeks ago.”
“That’s impossible. Daniel sells medical devices.”
“That’s the cover story.”
Alan stepped closer. “What does any of this have to do with Emily?”
Ortiz glanced toward the curtain around Trauma Two before answering. “We believe she found something she wasn’t supposed to.”
The ground seemed to shift beneath me.
Emily had married Daniel three years earlier. He was polished, successful, attentive. Maybe too polished. But a criminal? No. I would have noticed.
Wouldn’t I?
“Why didn’t you arrest him?” I asked.
