If you want dinner, lick it off the floor!”” My son-in-law mocked me after knocking my plate down, while making a toast at dinner.
“You should leave,” I said.
Victor came closer. His cologne filled the room like smoke. “Listen carefully. You are old. Claire is weak. I am the only person in this family who knows how to win.”
I looked at the small camera on the bookshelf, its red light hidden behind a ceramic dove.
“You always talk too much,” I said.
His face hardened. “What did you say?”
I stood and opened my coat.
Pinned inside was my old federal consultant badge, renewed six weeks earlier for a financial crimes task force.
Victor stared at it.
I smiled.
“You targeted the wrong woman.”
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