"A robbery," Detective Miller mumbled, his eyes darting nervously toward the Wolf
family.
I swallowed the grief rising in my throat and lifted Tessa’s hand. "Detective," my voice
was low and gravelly. "My wife knows martial arts. If a stranger att;ac;ked her, she
would have clawed, she would have fought to survive. There would be skin under her
nails."
I let her hand drop and turned sharply to lock eyes with Victor. "But these nails are
clean. That means she was res;tr;a;ined. By people she trusted."
