All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Nathan had the photograph off Renshaw's phone and onto a laptop in under four minutes."Enhance it," Richard said."That's television," Nathan said. "What I can do is measure him."He drew a line on the screen from the doorframe to the top of the man's head, then another across the light switch on the wall behind him."Standard switch height. Standard frame. That gives me his height within an inch.""And?" Emma asked."Give me a minute.""We've had ten years," Rosalind said. "Take two."Theodore sat through all of it without moving. Richard had put a blanket over his knees at some point and the old man hadn't noticed."He's five foot ten," Nathan said. "Maybe eleven.""I'm six foot two," Theodore said. "I was, anyway. I've lost some.""Not four inches of it in ten years.""No," Theodore agreed. "Not four."Rosalind spoke from the window. "So somebody dressed as an old man, knocked on his door, and used his grandfather's name.""Somebody who knew Renshaw's mother had just died," Ethan

Father Aidan Oyelaran was forty-one, had been at Saint Brendan's for six years, and answered the rectory door at seven in the morning in a sweatshirt with a coffee already in his hand."You're the family," he said.Emma stopped on the step. "You were expecting us?""I've been expecting somebody since the day I took this parish," he said. "Come in before the neighbours start guessing."The rectory kitchen was small and warm and had a child's drawing taped to the fridge, which Emma looked at twice."My sister's," Father Aidan said. "I'm allowed nieces.""What were you told?" Nathan asked."That there's a safe in my sacristy that isn't mine, that I'm not to open it, and that one day people would come for it." He drank some coffee. "My predecessor told me on his last afternoon, standing in the car park with the engine running. I thought he was being dramatic. He'd been in that parish thirty years and he wouldn't come back inside to say it.""Did he give you a key?" Emma asked."No. He sai

Maya had the blurred frame on three monitors by noon."The bus stop's the useful part," she said. "Not the woman. The woman's turned away in both. But a stop sign has a route number, a panel layout, and a shelter type, and those change by borough.""How long?" Emma asked."Depends how much you want me to guess.""None," Ethan said. "Guessing is what got a twenty-six-year-old wiring money into a hole for ten years."Renshaw, at the back of the room, didn't react. Rosalind did, briefly, on his behalf.Maya worked. The rest of them did what families do in the meantime. Richard made calls he didn't need to make. Theodore slept badly in a chair and denied it. Olivia took Elias to the park with two officers and came back saying it had been lovely, in a voice that said otherwise. Margaret fed everyone whether or not they asked.Emma found her stepmother in the kitchen at two, wrist-deep in a sink that didn't need her."Sit down," Emma said."I'm nearly finished.""Margaret."Margaret turned

They took Frances Okorie somewhere warm with no windows onto the street, and Nolan sat in on it, and Emma made one condition before anybody asked a single question."She's not a suspect.""She's a witness," Nolan said."She's a nurse who worked eleven weeks unpaid," Emma said. "Say it in that order or I'm not in the room."Nolan said it in that order.Frances put the shopping bag on the table and took out the only thing in it: a hardback notebook, swollen with damp at some point in its life and dried out badly, the corners furred from handling."My shift book," she said. "Every visit. Nine years."Nathan reached for it and stopped. "May I?""That's why I brought it," Frances said. "I've had it in a bag on a bench for thirty-five weeks. You'll forgive me if I don't hand it over gracefully.""Describe her," Emma said.Frances folded her hands."Eighty-something when I started. Small. Left side weak, from a stroke before my time. She could stand with help for perhaps a minute. She could

His name was Desmond Achebe, and he had done the Kingsley family's books since 1995.He had signed off on Richard's household accounts. He had filed the foundation's first return. He had sat at the long table at Emma and Ethan's wedding, two seats from the end, and given them a set of copper pans.Emma remembered the pans. She had written the thank-you card herself, at this desk, in this room.One of them was on the hob downstairs with last night's soup still in it."No," Richard said."Dad.""No. Desmond drove me to my angiogram. He sat in the corridor for four hours. He rang Margaret every hour on the hour so she wouldn't have to ring the hospital herself."Nathan had four screens going and wouldn't look up from any of them."I'm not saying he's guilty," he said. "I'm saying he's the instruction. Gabriel Reyes had no reason to invent a name he'd have to explain, and every reason to invent one we'd already suspected. He gave us the one nobody had.""Thirty years," Richard said."Thir