Nick asked as he fisted his hands under his desk. Even hours later, he was shaking a little in reaction. He’d nearly shot a man he knew—one he liked but wasn’t certain he ever should have trusted.If only Garek had found out sooner about that call his brother had taken—about the meeting he’d planned with an assassin...Maybe they would have gotten to the nightclub before Frank Campanelli wound up dead.“I was thinking I’d end this,” Milek replied, his face flushed with anger. He was shaking a little, too—as he paced the confines of Nick’s office.“Did you?” he asked. Nick had asked it hours ago—in the nightclub where he’d found Milek Kozminski standing over the dead body of the man who’d been trying to kill him, the woman he loved and his child. He wasn’t sure he would blame him if he had. But Frank’s weapon hadn’t been drawn from his holster let alone fired. Nobody would believe Frank’s death was self-defense. “Did you kill him?”“Why would I?”
