"The detectives aren't done with their investigation," he said finally.
Tom's face twisted. "What the fuck do they need her body for?" he snapped. "I need to bury my daughter." His hands clenched into fists.
"Because your daughter—my sister—is the prime suspect in the death of Diane Winsford," he said.
Tom staggered back half a step, his eyes widening. "You… you reported to the police?!" he barked. At that exact moment, Reese stepped back outside, his gaze flicking between them.
"Don't come at me, okay?" Winn said quickly. "I have been through the wringer these past few days. My sister is dead. My best friend just quit as my COO. And—not to add—the woman I am in love with is getting married to another man. So, please…" He exhaled sharply. "If you're looking for someone to unload on, I'm already fucking full."
"Winn, you really want to drag your sister's name through the mud right now? When we should be mourning her?"
