Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Exactly. However, there are only two fingerprints on the assessment report, corresponding to the thumb and index finger, respectively. Furthermore, the prints are very firm, as if while I’m holding it, someone has put something in between my fingers.”

The coroner raised his fingers on purpose and slipped the piece of paper in between them. Just like that, the paper was snugly pinched.

The Chief Prosecutor was astounded.

In response, Jonathan, who was sitting in his chair, banged the table with his murderous fist. The atmosphere in the study suddenly turned terrifying.

Evidently, the assessment results were fake.

The results that Logan had in his hand when he went to see Sebastian had been switched.

“Go on!” Jonathan ordered as he desperately tried to control his rage.

Gulping, the coroner continued, “With regards to the combination lock, the fingerprints on it have been tampered with. And that’s what makes the matter so suspicious.”

“What do you mean?”

“A lock that has been used for a long time will never be clean of prints.”

The coroner shrugged his shoulders as he showed them the clean fingerprint collection film.

Silence ensued in the study.

It wasn’t hard to follow the lead provided by the combination lock. As long as they could verify it had been tampered with, Jonathan could easily find out who unlocked it on that night.

was that other than the correct combination, one

officer had access to it.

head back to

was oblivious to the fact that he would be utterly shocked at who the perpetrator was when he finally completed his investigations. And in fact, that realization would deal a devastating

Back at Heron Hill.

having a good day with Sebastian who was being

there, Sasha realized Sebastian no longer raged as he did in the

he was largely calm and quiet in the house. All he did was

even sure if he was playing

she would only see a few pieces placed on the board and he would be staring

What is he thinking?

felt the

given how rare it was to be at peace, Sasha refrained from asking him. She treasured

for lunch. Look, I made you your favorite steak and mushroom soup. Why don’t we give it

was lunchtime, Sasha called out to

the way she addressed

having suffered so many blows, she didn’t want

the moment he woke up, she called him “darling” to remind him of their relationship. Unfortunately, he responded with cold

bowl of soup, she prepared his plate and put them on the

“Darling?”

“Open the door!”

pieces. His gaze was trained at the sunlight

the door? What is