My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Logan exited the elevator and headed straight to the hospital room.

"I just heard the nurse say you called the cops. What happened?" he asked.

Esther, her face pale, rubbed her temples. "It's Bradley pestering me again."

Logan was rendered speechless. As a man, he couldn't comprehend Bradley's mindset. Despite being explicitly told that this Esther was not the one he thought, why did Bradley persist in bothering her? If he truly loved her, why treat her this way?

"But that's not the main issue." Esther handed Logan a sketch.

Confused, Logan asked, "What's this about?"

"He's dressed exactly like the person we saw on the screen today."

Logan took the sketch and glanced out the window. He saw Bradley leaving with Mandy. Studying him closely, Logan had a mental question mark.

"What are you thinking?"

took a deep breath and calmly stated, "Ignoring personal grudges, I don't believe this is a

dwell on it.

with the criminal group or their leader..." A chill ran down

conspiracy theory about Bradley. "I don't think it's as dramatic as

then did realization strike Esther. "The van we

was burnt, but our driver

is craftier than

was determined. "That's why we must unravel

"Understood."

footsteps interrupted them.

"Ms. Quill, your visitor,

"Come in," Esther replied.