He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black key fob.

“I stripped her access to every property under my personal name,” he said. “She only controls the estate in Westchester now.”

Marco opened the door for us, holding a large black umbrella over his head.

We hurried across the wet sidewalk.

The air smelled of wet asphalt and exhaust fumes.

Dominic opened the door of a black SUV, shielding Lucia’s head with his hand as I climbed into the back seat.

The leather interior was warm and smelled of cedar.

Dominic slid into the front passenger seat, while Marco climbed behind the wheel.

As we pulled away from the curb, I looked back at Rossi Books.

The green sign was dimming in the twilight, its reflection shivering in the puddles.

“Are you okay?” Dominic asked, turning around in his seat to look at me.

“I’m terrified,” I said honestly.

Lucia rested her head against my shoulder, her thumb slipping into her mouth.

“I didn’t know,” Dominic said, his eyes searching mine. “Elena, I swear to you, I didn’t know she was using the medical records.”