CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

ISABELLA

Melo stands, anger shining in his eyes and his glare directed at the detective.

"I was just making conversation, Rossi. I can't do that anymore?"

"Not with my wife, you can't."

The detective sighs. "I'll be back," he says and walks to the door.

Melo doesn't move from his position at the doo...

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