“What did you just say?” I ask, even though I heard her loud and clear—and the photos in my hands are more than enough to confirm her words.

“As I said, Lefebvre tried to assault his wife.”

“What the hell do you mean that happened?” I growl, standing up, already thinking of going after that bastard. I’d never do something like that to a woman. “Where did you get these photos?”

“I thought you already knew. That’s why I assumed you asked me to take the case,” she ...