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I Buried My Fiancé, Married His Brother Chapter 51
Sebastian"End it herself," I repeated, the words landing like ice water down my spine. "Sophie, did she say anything else? Any hint of where she was going?""No, sir. Just that one line to the housekeeper, and then she was gone. No destination logged with her driver because she left without him.""Pull every location she has access to. The estate, the office, any property registered to her, anywhere she's spent significant time in the last month." I was already moving, Christabel right behind me, Gabriel trailing uncertainly in the doorway like he wasn't sure whether he was allowed to help or should stay out of the way entirely."I want to come," Gabriel said."Absolutely not." I didn't look back at him. "You're the reason half of this happened. You're staying here, with security, until we understand what we're actually walking into.""Sebastian, please. If this is about me, about whoever's been controlling me, I might recognize something you wouldn't. A location, a pattern, anything
I Buried My Fiancé, Married His Brother 050 Where Beatrix Actually Was
Christabel Sophie called before either of us had managed more than an hour of sleep, and I fumbled for the phone in the dark, Sebastian already awake beside me, both of us braced for whatever the alibi search had turned up. "I have it," Sophie said, no greeting, straight to the point in the way she'd learned suited us best at this point. "Beatrix's calendar, corroborated by three independent sources, places her at a charity board meeting on the afternoon Marcus met with the woman claiming to be Margaux Rousseau. Fourteen witnesses, sir. A room full of people who can confirm she was there for the entire two hour window." Some of the tension in my chest eased, though not entirely. "So it's not her." "It's not her, physically, at that specific meeting, no. Which means either Marcus misremembered the resemblance more significantly than we thought, or someone deliberately impersonated her, closely enough that a stranger would draw the connection even with an accurate memory." Sophie's
I Buried My Fiancé, Married His Brother 049 A Face That Shouldn't Exist
Sebastian Christabel called me the moment she left Evelyn's apartment, her voice shaking so badly I almost couldn't understand the words at first. "Sebastian, she was real. A real woman sat in Marcus's office. He has her signature." "That's not possible. Sophie confirmed the identity was fabricated, the notarization, the property records, all of it." "I know what Sophie confirmed. I'm telling you what Marcus just told me." Christabel's voice cracked slightly, exhaustion and fear tangling together. "Someone real used that name. Someone with a face he can describe." I had Marcus Delacroix in my office within the hour, a nervous, precise man who kept adjusting his glasses like the gesture might help him make sense of what he was being asked to remember. "Describe her," I said, no patience left for gentle questioning after the day we'd had. "Mid thirties, dark hair, well dressed, very composed. She had all the right paperwork, or paperwork that looked right to me at the time. I had
I Buried My Fiancé, Married His Brother 048 A Recommendation That Wasn't Innocent
Christabel "Evelyn," I repeated, the name landing strange in my mouth after everything we'd just learned about Gabriel, about the threat against Jane, about a conspiracy that seemed to keep widening every time we thought we'd finally found its edges. "She recommended the consultant who requested our home security records." "That's what the paperwork shows," Sophie said carefully. "I want to be clear that a recommendation isn't the same as direct involvement. She could have suggested the consultant in good faith, without knowing how the information would eventually be used." "Or she's been playing all of us from the very beginning, and the letter to Fontaine, the tears, the apology, all of it was just another layer of the same performance." Sebastian's voice had gone dangerously calm, the particular calm I'd learned to fear more than his anger. "I want her here. Tonight. I don't care what excuse she gives for being unavailable." "Sebastian." I put a hand on his arm, feeling the ten
I Buried My Fiancé, Married His Brother 047 She's Next, Unless
Sebastian I don't remember deciding to move. One moment I was staring at that photograph of Jane through her own bedroom window, and the next I had Gabriel by the collar, slammed back against the wall hard enough to rattle the loose floorboard still hanging open beside us. "Who sent this." "I don't know." Gabriel's voice had gone thin, genuinely afraid now, all his earlier composure stripped away. "I told you, everything comes through drops, messages left in places, I've never seen a face." "That's my daughter, Gabriel. Someone photographed my daughter through her window and left a threat with your things, and you're telling me you don't know who." "I'm telling you the truth." His hands came up, not fighting, just steadying himself against the wall. "Sebastian, please. I know I don't deserve your trust. I know everything I've done makes me the last person you should believe right now. But I would never let anyone hurt Jane. Whatever else is true about me, that isn't." Christabel
I Buried My Fiancé, Married His Brother 046 Face To Face
Christabel I don't remember the drive. One moment Sophie was reading that message out loud, and the next we were standing outside the same nondescript building from weeks before, security fanned out around the perimeter, Sebastian's hand locked so tightly around mine it almost hurt. "You don't have to come up," he said, though his voice lacked any real conviction behind the offer. "Yes I do." He didn't argue further. We climbed the same narrow stairwell together, and this time, when we reached the second floor landing, the door at the end of the hall stood fully open, light spilling out into the dim corridor, and a figure stood silhouetted against it, unhurried, waiting, like he'd known exactly when we'd arrive. Gabriel looked older than I remembered. Thinner, a beard he'd never worn before, but the smile that spread across his face when he saw us was exactly, horribly the same, easy and warm, like nothing at all had happened in the three weeks since I'd buried him. "Christabel.
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