Chapter 297 Where Did You Hide Her?!

“100%, Mr. Brighthall. Going down there in this weather was no piece of cake, sir. We wouldn’t resurface. without any results unless there was no result to begin with,” the diver answered. “Honestly, this is my first time seeing something like this. Not a single body inside a car skidded into the sea-that’s just creepy!”

“Maybe the body got moved elsewhere by the current?” someone else asked.

The man shook his head. “Hell no. The windows were shut, man. No one could have pushed the car open against water pressure after the entire vehicle plunged into the sea. The only plausible explanation is that

no one was in the car when it went down.”

“No one was inside.’

It felt like an explosion in Brendan’s chest. He could not even tell if most of it was joy or sorrow-all he knew was that it soared straight into his skull and caused the world to spin before his eyes. He felt ready to black out altogether.

Deirdre was not dead.

her getting into this exact vehicle as soon as she had left the station and

Sam, “I want you to find out who else

exposed to the elements had dealt a blow to his body, so he felt cold, then hot, then cold again. His fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. And yet, in an almost twisted way, Brendan felt as though he had just been resurrected from the edge of death and

had faked her

she would cause him? Or was that the exact

fever point, and his head was

when he collapsed. All he knew was that, after battling his fever to a standstill for days, the fever finally garnered

already lying down on the living room

and said, Mr. Brighthall? I found him. A man came to see Miss McKinnon before she disappeared. That

was all it took for Brendan to

beet-red, she continued praying, her fingers laced around the rosary beads. The housekeeper, who had failed to stop Brendan from breaking in, stood awkwardly aside and glanced at Madame Brighthall

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