ANGELICA
strap of her straw handbag and pounded down the sidewalk. That woman… So much for avoiding Monica Steele. At least she didn’t seem to recognize her. Angelica would never forget her.
Only three weeks ago, Detective Steele had shown up in Malibu, on her doorstep, and sat in her living room. In one breath, she’d offered her condolences for Will’s passing. In the next, she’d demanded information on his criminal past—a past Angelica knew nothing about. Detective Steele had ripped off the blindfold and the Band-Aid, both at once, leaving Angelica reeling. Who did a thing like that? Angelica had just lost her husband. Her sons had lost their father. The woman was cold. Heartless.
Angelica bit her lip and fought back angry tears. No, she would not let this ruin her day. She would go on. She would keep searching for truth.
But if there was anyone she wished to avoid in this town, it was Monica Steele.