I wait for the cops to reverse down the hill before letting Gil drive me back to the mansion, where I find Benito leaving the room I left Emberly in, carrying vials of blood. “What’s this?” I raise my brows. “The woman at the Di Marco Law Group wants a DNA test,” he replies. “You couldn’t take a swab from her mouth?” He smirks. “It’s probably filled with Montesano DNA.” A laugh bursts from my chest. “You’re an asshole.” “Am I wrong?”
