Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“You didn’t know what he was doing to your own daughter?” She really was the evilest bitch he’d ever met. “And let me guess, you didn’t care as long as Lily did whatever you wanted.”
She stared right up into Harvey’s eyes. “Yes, that’s right. I didn’t care. Lily and Clem have been a huge disappointment to me. I did everything for them, and all they’ve done is create problems. This was one way for me to get something I wanted. To get Lily to do what I wanted and marry Rick, and for me to have some money. It really was the best of both worlds.”
“Then why did you try to force Clem off her land and into selling?” Harvey asked. “If you already had enough money to live?”
She gave him a strange look. “Because it’s never enough, is it? And because that wasn’t Clementine’s land, it should have been mine. I could have sold it off and gone on a holiday. I could have bought a new car. There are so many things I could have done with that money. Plus, Rick was going to need money in order to get to the White House. It should have been mine, never Clementine’s.”
Selfish old bitch didn’t care about anyone but herself.
She started muttering to herself, and he realized that he wasn’t going to get anything else out of her, at least nothing that would make any sense.
“Sam, search through the rest of the house for any clues about what happened here,” Ronan ordered.
Sam nodded and disappeared.
Harvey looked over at his oldest brother. “What do you think the doctor did to her in that clinic?”
Ronan stared at him steadily. “I don’t know. But whatever it was, you’re going to help her through it once she does know.”
“Maybe she’d be better off not knowing,” he said.
Ronan shook his head. “I get the sentiment, but nothing good ever came from keeping shit from people, not stuff that they should know about themselves.”
Maybe he was right, but Harvey was going to have to make that decision.
Fuck. Being in charge of someone else was something that he craved, that he wanted, but it also came with a hell of a lot of responsibility.
Lily was worth it, though. She was worth everything in the world to him.
30
Ronan stepped out to take a phone call. Roberta was just sitting in the corner, staring out into nothing and muttering to herself. He wondering if she’d had a mini breakdown, but also didn’t care.
Harvey wondered where the doctor’s phone was and after looking around he found it in the bathroom. He must have set it down on top of the cabinet while he was gathering up some stuff to pack.
It required a PIN or facial recognition, so he turned around and held it up in front of Doctor Wallace’s face.
The phone opened, and he started checking through it.
The first thing he found was a message from an unknown number.
I want what you owe me. You have until tomorrow night, midnight. Or you’re going to pay.
Hmm. So the doctor owed someone money, did he? Was this the guy who was supplying him with the Devil’s Breath, or was it something else entirely?
And was it the reason why he’d suddenly decided to leave town? The message had come through a few hours ago.
Did this person have anything to do with the doctor’s death? Although he had given him until tomorrow night.
So maybe not.
Harvey went through the doctor’s personal emails and checked what was in there. Nothing stood out, unfortunately.
“Harvey, I need you to come with me.” Paddy was standing by the door and looked pale. Sam stood behind him. “Sam’s going to stay with her.”
Harvey nodded and they headed downstairs.
“We really need to get out of here,” Paddy told him. He seemed unusually serious and tense. “We don’t want to be caught here. I’m taking a copy of everything on the computer, but I think we should go back to Ronan’s before I show you what I found.”
“Why would we do that?” Harvey asked, confused as they stopped outside a room. “What did you find?”
Paddy looked over his shoulder, and he turned to see Ronan inside a home office. He was standing behind a large, wooden desk, looking at a computer screen. He glanced up at the two of them.
“You’re not going to take this well,” Ronan told him. “Paddy is right. We should do this at my place.”
Fuck that.
He stormed into the room. No way was he going to wait for them to get to Ronan’s house in order to see what was on that computer screen. But when he walked around the desk, what he saw made him freeze, made his stomach drop, and his heart skip a beat.
No. No, no, no.
To his surprise, he suddenly found himself on the floor on his knees, and a sob ripped out of his mouth. “No, that can’t be her. That can’t be her. Please tell me he didn’t . . . that he didn’t . . . ”