“So she’s dead then?” Drake asked Martin, his hand trembling over the folder, as he stared at the picture of the shallow grave. “As of right now, that’s still up for debate.” Martin replied lighting his tobacco pipe. “How so?” Drake asked, still staring at the folder, not sure if he wanted to turn to the next page. “It’s all in the portfolio.” Martin replied nodding towards the folder on the table. “ I can still summarize if you want.” “No, that’s okay Martin.” Drake responded, “I just need a moment to gather my wits.” “Tobacco?” Martin asked handing his pipe towards Drake. “No thanks, never been a fan of the stuff.” Drake replied, finally mustering the courage to turn to the next page, he glanced over it before closing the folder once again.“I do have one question, not pertaining to Amelia’s case.” Drake said speaking up again. Martin looked over at Drake, “Yeah, and what’s that boss.” “Lydia’

When Dianne took out her phone and began to scroll through her news feed, she couldn’t help the large grin that appeared on her face. For the first time, since this ghastly destination wedding had started, Dianne had a reason to be happy. She couldn’t even be mad at Drake for causing yet another scandal to the Whittenberg name. The last scandal would surely drive the shameless slut away. Dianne was ecstatic that she’d assigned a photographer to follow Drake around this morning and capture pictures of his every move. She wanted to uncover his secrets, she hadn’t expected to find this treasure among them. Dinane’s phone began to ring, disturbing her from her moment of gloating. It was her P.I. Mark. He only called when he had information of great importance. Otherwise he would just send her an email with his daily report. “Mark, Darling, It’s Dianne.” She spoke towards the phone, that was now laying on her bed with her speaker mode enabled. She wouldn’t let anythin

Lydia couldn’t hide the grimace on her face as she read through the report, pushing the papers back towards Drake. “This doesn’t look good for Amelia.” Lydia finally responds after she gets a minute to gather her thoughts. “Marvin has gone to find more evidence. It wasn’t until he was discussing your name change making it easier to hide your identity that I remembered that Amelia had also changed her name. She use to go by Amelia Kirkpatrick. Marvin is following that lead in hopes we can either find where Amelia has been finding out, or find more information on her disappearance.” Drake responds looking down at the papers before him, shuffling through them until he gets to the father’s interview. “Do you believe Amelia killed her mother and possibly her sister?” Lydia asks staring at Drake who’d taken the seat opposite her at his desk. “I…I’m not sure what I believe anymore. I’ve only read the Aunt’s interview. She said the father had more inf

It had been a week since Dianne’s phone call and Drake and Lydia still hadn’t found any new information in regards to Amelia’s disappearance. Martin had ran an inquiry on Amelia Kirkpatrick, but nothing came up except a sealed record from right before she’d come to the Whittenberg Manor. Martin was working on getting the record unsealed to see if it would give them a new lead, but unsealing records was a long process and time wasn’t on their hands. Samuel had already called Drake twice inquiring on when he was coming back, he was insistent upon Drake’s return stating he couldn’t get married without his brother beside him. While Samuel sympathized about Drake’s fallout with Lydia, he still felt like Drake should attend his wedding. Drake hated keeping secrets from his brother, but he’d agreed with Lydia that they should keep their reconnection a secret as well as their investigation. Lydia didn’t want the wrong information getting into the wrong hands. She was still positiv

“Are you sure you want me to publish this?” Julian asked one more time. “Yes.” Drake and Lydia responded in unison. “It’s a story that will make your career Julian, and it’s a story that needs to be shared. It’s our story, and it’s time the world new the truth.” Lydia responded. “Okay,” Julian said with a sigh, “How about I let you read the draft, and then you can tell me what you think.” Julian responded, still hesitant on posting the article. “I’m sure whatever you’ve written will be fine,” Drake replied, as he handed Julian the original contract that he signed with Lydia, “And here, you can use this a proof that your allegations are true.” Drake had blacked out some parts of the contract, like the amount of money he’d bought Lydia for, and the minor stuff, like Lydia’s body was free use to him, etc. etc. HE didn’t want their story to seem raunchy, but he did want to be as truthful as possible, he didn’t want to leave any wiggle ro