"How deep do you want me to go?"
"As deep as it takes. I don't care about legality. I don't care about ethics. I want the truth. And I want it fast."
"You got it."
Dimitri hung up, turned to find Eve standing in the doorway of his office.
She looked tired. Worried. Beautiful.
"I heard you on the phone," she said quietly. "Someone confessed?"
"Victoria Ashford."
Eve's eyes widened. "Victoria? Your..."
"Yes." Dimitri moved to her, pulled her into his arms. "My father orchestrated it. Found a scapegoat. Gave her a story. Probably paid her a fortune. And now I have to let Isabella go because I can't prove it's fake."
Eve was quiet for a moment, her face pressed against his chest.
Then: "Do you think Isabella did it?"
"Yes."
"But you can't prove it."
"Not yet."
"So what are you going to do?"
