Chapter 84

I pulled out my voice recorder. "Tuesday, March twenty-fifth. Interview with Rebbe Dershowitz."

He slung an arm along the back of the bench, watching me with a small smirk, as if he was doing me a favor.

"Tell me about Omar."

Ivan made a dismissive sound. "Not the man I'd have chosen for my Shannon."

"But you did, thanks to your dealings with Jacob the Shark."

"Huh. I pegged you for nothing more than the Queen's patsy, but you dug that up pretty damn quick." He glanced over at his daughter. "I'd been backed into a corner and this was a way out. Better a loveless marriage than any harm coming to her."

He'd still been willing to sacrifice her happiness to save his own skin. At least she really loved Omar.

"Why do you think someone tried to kill Omar? To be clear," I said, "I've verified it was a human attacker."