“Leo wanted the twins dead because they are the direct heirs,” I said, keeping my voice calm and precise. “But he also wanted me dead because my mother’s share of the syndicate was never dissolved.”

Silvio looked down at the papers, then back at Leo.

“Is this true, Leo?” Silvio asked, his voice dangerously quiet.

“She’s a diner waitress, Silvio!” Leo screamed, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Are you going to believe her over your own blood?”

“Thomas Kelly was my friend,” Silvio said. “He never lied to me.”

Behind Silvio, Dominic was still on the floor, but I noticed his hands were moving behind his back.

He was rubbing the rope around his wrists against the sharp metal edge of the desk frame.

The silver scalpel lay on the floor just inches from his fingers.

“The will that Leo showed you tonight is the forgery,” I said, continuing to draw their attention.

“Look at the signature on his copy,” I said. “My father died two days before that document was allegedly signed.”

Silvio quickly flipped through the pages in his hand, comparing the dates.