Gio stared at them. Something moved through his expression—disbelief, calculation, the rapid assessment of a man trying to find the angle that might save him.
There wasn’t one.
“Gio Moretti,” Micah said. “You’re under arrest for conspiracy and solicitation to commit murder, among other charges.”
“This isn’t right—” Gio pulled back slightly. “I helped you. I found the baby. You can’t?—”
“You helped us today.” Micah moved behind him and brought his hands back. “And that’ll be noted. But it doesn’t change the fact that you tried to have Naomi killed.”
The handcuffs clicked.
Gio said nothing after that.
Naomi looked at him—this man she’d trusted, this man she’d dated, this man who’d sat beside her hospital bed while she’d struggled to remember what he’d done to her.
Getting away from him was one of the smartest decisions she’d ever made.
