Dominic shook his head. "No, the grand jury doesn't clear anyone. They simply didn't have enough evidence to move to trial. Do you know why?"
"Because he's not guilty." From what she understood, the grand jury had convened two years before and had found nothing since. The FBI had given up because there was nothing to find.
"Because the prosecution's primary witness against him was brutally murdered three days before he was scheduled to appear. The man was an accountant. He had three kids. They all died in a house fire. Arson."
A chill went through her, but she tried to maintain her logic. "I'm sorry for that family, but timing alone doesn't prove that Greg set their house on fire. It could have been anyone, a pyromaniac out looking for a kick. In the months I've known Greg, he's never been less than a gentleman. I've seen no evidence that he's done any of what you claim. I know you want to take him down because you think that will avenge your sister, but this seems like a witch-hunt. Honestly … " she teared up. "I wish I could bring Carrie back for you. But I can't."
Dominic slapped a hand down on the table, making the whole surface shake. Gigi whimpered and huddled on her lap. "I didn't want to do this. I wanted to keep everything to business and leave your personal connections out of this, but apparently you don't give a shit who your fiancé kills or if he robs your charity blind."
"He's not a murderer," she insisted, trying to calm down her dog.
"Is charity work just something that rich women do to fill the long, dull hours between Botox treatments?" Riley growled.
It was harder to look at them now that she knew Mike was really Law. He'd probably told the other men the stories she'd told him in confidence-some of her innermost secrets. But he'd also told her stories about his brothers. Dominic was obviously the idealist. Dominic fought for what was right, even when it cost him. The younger brother, Riley, he'd characterized as the brilliant prankster.
Law had humanized them, given her a basic knowledge of them. So while they fumed and paced, snarled and clenched their fists, she wasn't quite as afraid as she'd been this morning. Kinley knew that Dominic loved justice, that Riley worried they would never find a woman who wanted them all because they'd had bad luck before.
Unless it had all been a lie, like "Mike" himself had been. She was so confused. The only way to not fall into their traps was to refuse to engage them. She kept her mouth shut, concentrating on her dog. It didn't matter what they thought of her. It just didn't. They were the ones who had spied on her, taken her from her life, played with her head.
"I'm not answering your questions. If this was a legitimate investigation, I would be sitting in a police station or an FBI field office. Real law enforcement officials would be asking me questions. You three should think about that. Pretty soon, you'll be the ones answering the questions, probably from behind bars."
Dominic practically stared a hole through her. "So you don't care about Jansen's criminal activity. Maybe you give a shit who he's sleeping with."
He slapped a picture down in front of her. It wasn't one of those grainy images, taken with a cheap telephoto lens. She didn't have any trouble at all discerning the focus of the picture. Oh, no. Someone had expertise with a camera and had spent money on superior equipment and photo processing.
Kinley stared, blinking a few times, as if that would right her eyes somehow and clear the terrible image in front of her. It didn't work. Every time she opened her eyes, the awful truth was still waiting. No mistaking what the two people in the picture were doing. No way could she fool herself into believing that Greg was just giving the woman in the photo a friendly hug. They were naked, and he was clearly touching her all over, especially inside. Greg had bent the blonde he screwed into what appeared to be a lounge chair by his pool. Kinley had laid in that very chair the last time Greg had invited her family over for a barbecue.
Nausea threatened to overtake her as she stared down at the damning photo because not only could she clearly see Greg's face, the woman's identity was impossible to miss.
Becks was sleeping with her fiancé.
She looked up at Law. He wasn't shocked. Instead, he looked grim and closed off, with his arms crossed over his chest. Had he known the whole time he had followed and talked to her that she was being wretchedly deceived by two of the most important people in her life?
Tears welled up. Not for Greg's betrayal. She wasn't even sure she was crying about Becks's. The truth was, she couldn't stop berating herself. How stupid and naïve Law must think she was. In fact, all of them must think that. How had she not even suspected?