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CHAPTER 63-WHAT THE OWNERSHIP PROVES

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CHAPTER 63: WHAT THE OWNERSHIP PROVES

CELESTE'S POV

"One page," the investigator said. "Out of seven years of files. One page."

"How," I said. "The fire took everything. You told us that yourself."

"The fire took the originals. It didn't take a copy sitting in a filing cabinet across town."

Damien was already on his feet. "What copy."

"Insurance," the investigator said. "Before a clinic like that can open its doors, the insurance company makes them copy the intake ledger. Once a year, mailed of
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  • THE HEIR'S UNWANTED BRIDE   CHAPTER 63-WHAT THE OWNERSHIP PROVES

    CHAPTER 63: WHAT THE OWNERSHIP PROVESCELESTE'S POV"One page," the investigator said. "Out of seven years of files. One page.""How," I said. "The fire took everything. You told us that yourself.""The fire took the originals. It didn't take a copy sitting in a filing cabinet across town."Damien was already on his feet. "What copy.""Insurance," the investigator said. "Before a clinic like that can open its doors, the insurance company makes them copy the intake ledger. Once a year, mailed off, filed somewhere nobody ever looks again. In case of exactly this kind of fire.""So somebody in an insurance office has been sitting on this for twenty-three years," I said, "and never once thought to mention it.""Nobody asked them. Until today."It was still the same night. Or the same very late hour that pretends to be morning if you look at a clock and refuse to believe it. We hadn't slept since the license. Margaret's name, folded under a maiden surname, was still sitting in my chest lik

  • THE HEIR'S UNWANTED BRIDE   CHAPTER 62- THE CLINIC THAT DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE

    CELESTE'S POV"Not closed," the investigator said. "Gone.""Gone how," I said."The building isn't there anymore. Torn down eleven years ago. The company that owned the clinic was dissolved the same year. And every treatment file they kept burned in a fire, two years after your mother died.""A fire," I said slowly."Small one. Storage room only. That's what the report says.""You don't believe that."He looked at Damien first. Then at me. "I don't believe anything until I check it twice. But a fire that burns one room, the exact room holding seven years of patient files, and nothing else in the building catches, no other case like it in that county that whole year — I don't call that bad luck.""Somebody set it," I said."I can't prove that yet.""But you think it.""I think it's a strange kind of luck," the investigator said. "For somebody.""Who investigated the fire," I said."Local department. Small county. They closed the file in nine days.""Nine days.""Nine days," the investi

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    CELESTE'S POV "Are you telling me my mother was murdered?" He didn't answer. That was the first thing I noticed. Not a word. Not even a shake of his head. His mouth stayed shut and his eyes stayed on mine and the room got so quiet I could hear the lamp humming on the nightstand again. "Damien." "Celeste—" "Say yes or say no. That is all I asked you to do." He picked the invoice back up off the dresser. Set it back down. Picked it up again, like his hands needed something to hold onto that wasn't me. "I don't have proof yet," he said. "That is not a no." "I know it isn't." "Then say the word, Damien. I have sat here and listened to you say hard things to me all night without flinching once. Say this one." He looked at me for a long moment, and something moved behind his eyes that I had only seen one other time, the night he told me about his father, the night his voice cracked in a way I don't think he meant for me to hear. "I think somebody killed your mother,

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