There can only be two reasons why Leilani wants to come here, to visit me.
One, she really, really misses me. I could hear the yearning in her voice during our call last night. It called to me, made me want to ditch everything and go back home to hug her, to soothe her. But the situation at the police station was tense, frustrating to the bone.
Valentino wouldn't talk, that son of a bitch. He kept his lips sealed, still does, and it's making everything complicated. It seems he was somebody's puppet, that he was used to execute the bombing on my winery effectively. As the CEO, he could go anywhere around the winery without the employees questioning him—and that was exactly what whoever approached him with the devious plan wanted—someone whose unnecessary movements wouldn't be suspected until—
Boom!
