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?"

"Ignoring personal grudges,

nodded slightly. "Don't dwell on it.

A chill ran down

dramatic as you're imagining. If you're worried, you

strike

police received reports of a three-car collision on the highway. The van was burnt, but our driver confirmed he was only a hired chauffeur. Our colleagues checked, and it

enemy is craftier than

must unravel this complex criminal group as quickly

"Understood."

sound of footsteps interrupted them. Logan and Esther

"Ms. Quill, your visitor, Jasper Searle,

"Come in," Esther replied.