"Just looking to let off some steam? What about Trish's accident..."

"An accident, nothing more. We're overreacting." Declan smiled at Eileen, his expression as guileless as a summer breeze.

"Alright..." Eileen felt a niggling doubt, but as long as it wasn't aimed at her or Trish, she could breathe a little easier.

"What about Eva... what did she...?"

"We've handed it over to the police, and rest assured, even if she gets out, she won't be staying in Spain."

"Thank you." Eileen offered Declan a slight bow.

Declan's lips twitched, he restrained himself, and in the end, said nothing.

Exiting Eileen's room, Declan's heart plummeted like a stone.

Rafael knew...