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Finding the assassin

Curtis

A wake was supposed to be the moment when friends of the deceased’s family gathered to offer their condolences.

Not for Father.

This was a business meeting in the cathedral. I was certain half of the people who showed up knew little about father and had only come over to schmooze with everyone they knew would be in attendance. I couldn’t blame them. Father may have had people loyal to him but none of them were his friends. He wasn’t anyone’s friend himself.

“How fitting.” Angelica remarked when we arrived at the cathedral.

“What’s fitting?”

“Fergus, dead in a cathedral?” She chuckled.

Giancarlo shot a glare at her, earning an eye roll from her.

“What? Are you going to pretend to be one of his loving sons? You’re happy he’s dead, admit it.”

He didn’t deny that. None of us did. Showing up here was a formality. The only person who actually looked sad was Millie. She was crying her heart out by the casket.

“How long until she moves on?” Giancarlo raised his chin in her di
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