“I say we drown her,” Domenico said calmly, as he leaned back against the counter. He and Lucian settled at the wine bar in the far wing of the house, with a single wall lamp that cast amber light over the polished shelves lined with aged bottles.

He clipped the end of his cigarette smoothly, and flicked the lighter. The flame flared briefly before kissing the end of the cigarette.

“Then we drop her by the seaside.” He finished.

Domenico exhaled slowly, smoke curled upward. ...