Liana's POV

My phone vibrated against the counter as I moved to pick up the kettle. I stopped, dried my hand on a kitchen towel, and picked it up. It was a call from Mason.

I paused, then said. "Hello?"

"Boss," he said in a soft voice. "I spoke with Dominic."

I braced myself against the counter, my hand curling around the edge of it. "Yeah?"

"He accused me and he sounded very furious," Mason said. "Told me I hadn't told him about the new evidence. Something about a vdeo and ...