“I admit nothing of the sort on paper,” Voss said, though his smug tone betrayed him completely.

“But let us be realistic here.”

“A loose brake fluid valve on a wet night on Lake Shore Drive is very hard to investigate.”

“It was almost poetic.”

“She never even knew what happened.”

I felt a violent chill run down my spine.

The sheer, casual cruelty in his voice made me want to sick.

Ryker’s hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.

I could see the sharp muscles in his jaw working under the skin.

He was fighting every instinct to jump across the table and tear Voss apart with his bare hands.

“And the children?” Ryker asked, his voice shaking with restrained emotion.

“Lily and Owen.”

“They were supposed to be in the car with her,” Voss said.

“But she left them with the nanny that night.”

“A minor miscalculation on my part.”

“So you hired Celeste Reed to get rid of them later,” I said.

Voss looked at me, his eyes cold and dismissive.

“Celeste was greedy,” Voss said. “And she was weak.”