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The knot in his throat was so tight he could barely speak. "You said... it's still unsolved?" "That's right. We lost all leads. Our only suspect was a man named Eddie Sullivan—a janitor in the building. Neighbors found it suspicious he had, and I quote: 'a collector's edition yellow Volkswagen Beetle, despite being a janitor'—" the captain read—"but the guy disappeared days later. So we've got nothing." The problem was, while the captain had nothing, Scott had too much. Howard's words rang loud in his ears: "I hope you suffer everything you deserve... and more." And somehow, Scott had the sinking feeling that threat was about to start coming true—in a terrifying way.

"They're best friends. Tony was the shy one until he became friends with James. They were inseparable. They witnessed a Father jump from the orphanage roof or that's what she was told. They were transferred after that incident." "I bet a hundred dollars that it's not suicide," David spoke up. "You don't need to," Eva said. "They witnessed a suicide and now they're suspects for murder. It totally adds up," Diana said from her computer. "Diana, did you find out anything?" Tess said. "Yes." She turned around on her seat. Jason was groaning from the room. "Excuse me for a minute," Tess said as she went into the room. "What's wrong?" She asked him.

Sophia ignored him and addressed everyone, "Since we want to understand what happened, let's ask everyone else, especially those who went in after we left. They should be the most suspicious. “According to the probability of exoneration, that person is likely trying to frame Elliot using the discord between him and Edmund." The crowd murmured in agreement. Soon after, the family members turned their doubtful gazes toward Janine. She stood up abruptly, asking, "Sophia, what do you mean? Are you suspecting me of murdering Edmund?" Sophia looked at Janine calmly and said, "I'm suspecting the person who went in after we left. If you were among them, I have the right to suspect, don't I?" Janine

"And yet the radio claims you are wanted not only for the murder of Marquis Esquibel but for those of three other men as well?" "What!" Jim was shocked. The coincidental number hit him harder than the fact that he was the prime suspect. It seemed too unlikely to be a coincidence. The three sénéchaux? Jim's eyes dropped to the rosewood box. Knowing that Esquibel had probably transferred the Archstone to Sophie because the sénéchaux were murdered. "The police can sort that out when I turn you in," Alexandra said. "I have gotten my bank involved too far already." Sophie glared at Alexandra. "You obviously have no intention of turning us in. You would have driven us to the bank. And instead you

She had been killed. I stood up. Tom said the police were investigating. They had a suspect. Luca asked who. Tom said no one. The suspect was dead. I asked who. Tom said Victor. But Victor was dead. The case was closed. He left. The door closed. Luca locked it. Eli held me. Hope slept. Grace slept. The painting watched. I sat on the couch. I put my hand on my stomach. The baby kicked. Three possible fathers. Derek. Luca. Eli.

*** Buried under a mountain of paperwork, days had passed since the disappearance of Jasper’s body and with each day I found a new way to distract myself, a new way to bury the pain of both losing my mate and never getting a chance to say goodbye. As the search raged on we met dead end after dead end, many Alphas have reported sightings of the various suspects we named, some as far away as London and of the seven men, two have been caught. A knock sounded on the door, drawing me from my reverie. “Come in.” I called and Daniel entered, “Daniel, how can I help you?” I leaned back in the chair and laced my fingers over my chest. “We have interrogated Frederick and Chaz.” He stated and I waited

“Tsk. You just won’t quit.” Victoria shook her head, her expression nothing short of disdain. “Are you still keeping up with the act? You can save your stories for the police.” Rolling her eyes, Victoria then approached the kids. “Remember this face. She’s a kidnapper.” The kids looked at me warily. Unable to stand the accusation, I cried out my husband’s name. “Matthew Rowe! My husband’s Matthew Rowe! He took Maddie here for her enrollment. You can check the register.”

I tried to switch off the Tv when I heard a name I had heard the last few days too well. "… The president of the JS $ Events, Jane Smith, has been involved in a vital accident leading to her death and that of her newborn son. The police have confirmed that it was not an accident but planned murder. One of the vehicles was sprayed with bullets killing all the people inside. The government has taken over the case, is looking into it, and promises to get to the bottom of it… Susa…" I couldn't breathe... My mind stopped working. I may have forgotten things, but that did not mean my feelings were wrong. I knew I was wrong.

He just couldn’t go against his superior, so the only thing he could do was to harass her, and that’s what he's doing right now. Mike harshly held her collar as he gritted his teeth. “I don’t have patience with you, woman. You probably know that the three suspects committed suicide, and you must be here to dispose of the evidence. That’s why you are here. "You damn snake.” His face hardened, throwing a dagger at her.

* The realization settled over the room like a heavy fog, forcing every person present to reconsider everything we thought we understood about the conspiracy. Aliya looked at me, and although uncertainty lingered in her eyes, I also saw something stronger. She wasn't afraid anymore. She was ready. She reached beneath the table until her fingers intertwined with mine once more, and this time I was the one who drew strength from her quiet confidence. Whatever waited ahead, whatever role Victor Hale had played in our lives without us realizing it, I knew there was only one way this story could end. We had spent too long fighting shadows to stop now, and the people responsible for destroying inn