The man’s gaze flicked to the silver box. “What your fiancé and his brother promised me.” Daniel exhaled sharply. “Emma—” “Don’t,” she cut in. Her eyes never left the man. “Start talking. All of you.” Vincent’s shoulders sagged. Just slightly. Enough.
“We owed money,” Vincent said finally. His voice was low now, stripped of ceremony. “A lot of it. Not to him—to his boss.” Emma stared at him, the noise of the church fading into a dull roar. “For what?” Daniel swallowed. His eyes flicked to the box, then away. “We seized something last year. Big haul. High value. It was supposed to go into evidence.”