Forbidden Passion

Chapter 571 Mr. Reynolds Was Cunning

Patrick swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice cubes catching the light just right. He glanced at Theodore, "Why's she digging into you?" "Donovan's dead," Theodore said, like it was no big deal.

Patrick's jaw dropped, "What? How'd that happen? He was the Zieglers' only son."

Theodore paused, then laid out the whole mess. Patrick thought for a bit, "You're screwed, man."

Theodore had tried to set up Bishop, but Donovan ended up dead instead.

Even if he managed to kick Bishop out of Kedora, Donovan's death would always be a wedge between him and Phoebe. No way they'd be together without some serious baggage. Theodore downed his drink, looking all gloomy, "She has every right to blame me."

Patrick asked, "So, what's your next move?"

Theodore poured another drink, the amber liquid reflecting in his eyes, and chuckled bitterly, "No clue, let her dig."

No matter what, he couldn't stand being apart from Phoebe.

Phoebe was right; within a couple of days, the cops called her in. Craig and Phoebe had a long chat, but basically, they talked to everyone who knew Donovan and came up empty. The car had gone into the sea, wrecking all the evidence. They had to call it a cold case and wrap it up.

Calling Phoebe in was just a formality.

Phoebe knew the cops closing the case meant they had no leads and wouldn't find any more evidence, no way to nail anyone.

She signed the papers, accepting the police's closure.

meant nothing but an eternal unresolved case

the station, Phoebe called Bryan to see what he

cops called it a cold case, how could Bryan dig up more in just two

sat in her car for

seen off some friends. Seeing Phoebe

we have guests?" Phoebe asked, noticing the

friends came to check

at Phoebe, "You've been here for days. I'm better now; you don't need to

and mentioned Donovan's funeral, "In a few days, it'll be a week since Donovan passed. I want to go to the

pang in her heart. She looked at Evelyn, whose hair, under the light, was silver and shimmering, but her face showed little sadness, indicating that Evelyn had buried her grief within. Phoebe closed her eyes and murmured,

my old age," Evelyn said, her words cutting deep. Phoebe clenched her fists, "You only have me now, so you gotta be good to me. Otherwise, if

anger, "Don't say that. My luck can't be that bad. If something happens to you,

Phoebe leaned over and hugged her waist, burying

was joking. Don't take it

joke about

was wrong." Phoebe

more times, her hand raised high but landing softly, "I'll make dinner. After you eat, go home. Don't stay here and bother me." she commanded firmly.

about her split with Theodore. At work, they barely spoke except for

shared the same office space, but there

they went their separate ways, not interfering with each

couldn't let go of this

wasn't entirely innocent

Evelyn head to the kitchen. She hadn't told Evelyn the truth about Donovan's death. Evelyn had already lost a son; she didn't want her to live in hatred. Evelyn had just set the table when the doorbell rang. She asked Phoebe to get the door. Phoebe got up slowly and opened the