Chapter 94

Dominic was rushed to the hospital as fast as possible. Kylie ran to the ambulance just as the medics opened the doors. One of them was wiping sweat from his brow with a grim expression. "We were still too late," he said. "He didn't make it." "No way." Kylie's voice trembled in disbelief. The medical staff had already covered the body with a white sheet. Kylie had dealt with death too many times to count—she didn't need to see it to know. The sharp, iron tang of blood hit her the moment she got closer to the body. She climbed into the ambulance and pulled back the white sheet. Dominic's face was pale, with blood trickling from his nose and mouth. No breath. No pulse. Not to mention, his face was covered in bruises—a clear sign of a beating. He was dead. Kylie froze as if she'd gotten struck by lightning. Judging from the state of the body, Dominic was beaten first, then poisoned. And the poison wasn't mild either. It was lethal—instant. There hadn't even been time to