I found evidence that Ms. Anya had been in communication with Brandon Marlowe," Luca explained, his voice low, cautious, as though even speaking the name aloud might summon consequences.
The office was dim despite the late afternoon sun pressing against the tinted windows. Honey preferred it that way. Light revealed too much. Darkness allowed her to think.
Luca continued, flipping open a thin folder in front of him.
"I have a friend who worked on the murder case. He said they recovered a second phone from Anya's apartment. It wasn't logged into evidence officially, but it contained weeks of messages between her and Marlowe."
Honey didn't look up immediately. She tapped her manicured fingers against the polished mahogany desk in a slow, rhythmic pattern.
"And?" she prompted.
"And the tone of the messages wasn't casual," Luca added carefully. "They argued. She threatened to expose something. He tried to calm her down. The night she died, there were seven missed calls from him."
