Chapter 21

LUTHER'S POV

We arrive at the house. It was the house Violet grew in, the house I last worked in. It was still the same, still big, still beautiful, still vintage.

Violet takes in a deep breath "Still has that smell, I can't believe father gave this to me".

" Of course he did, it's your home after all". I watch her walk to the living room, and I follow her from behind.

She reaches a point and kneels, she slowly uses her fingers to touch the ground "It was right here".

" What was?" I ask out of my curiosity

"Where he died, where he was murdered, it was right here, I remember it so clearly".

I place my hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her "it's okay, everything is going to be fine, we'll figure out everything and make them pay for what they did to you".

She smiles at me " Thank you, Luther".

"That's enough now". I help her get back on her feet "We are going to need to track down the maid who claimed to have seen you, I'm sure someone put her up to it". She nods " Why do