I stood beside my sister’s coffin, one hand on the tiny casket ribbon meant for the baby she never got to hold, when her husband walked in with his mistress on his arm.

I reached into my coat and took out my badge.

The chapel fell silent.

The gold caught the light. Federal investigator. Financial crimes division. Temporarily assigned to homicide liaison after Maya’s death because I had requested recusal from the arrest team, not from the truth.

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Daniel’s smile vanished.

I stepped nearer.

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out?”…

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Daniel raised both hands in a carefully staged display of innocence. “Everyone, please. My sister-in-law is grieving. She’s confused.”

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“Am I?” I asked.

His attorney, a silver-haired man named Pierce, stood from the front pew. That alone told me everything. No grieving widower brought a criminal defense lawyer to a funeral unless he was expecting a storm.

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Pierce gave me a cold smile. “Agent Hale, this is neither the time nor the place.”

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I looked toward the two coffins. “He chose the place.” Funeral& Bereavement

Daniel’s face hardened for a fraction of a second, then softened again for the room. “Maya fell. The police report said so. She was dizzy. Pregnant women faint. You know that.”

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