“I don’t know what they said to you in the Bank,” Gabe said, “but I didn’t murder my wife.” “Then how do you know they told me that?” “Because that’s what everyone believes.” “But—” “I didn’t kill her, Holland.” Gabe held her a little tighter, pulling her close enough to feel his pounding heart. His expression was impossible to read, but his rapid heartbeat told her he was far from unfeeling. “If you want to know what happened, come with me.” “You just pointed a gun at me.” “I pointed it at him. You can’t trust him.”
