The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 165

Chapter 165: The police set a trap

Anya didn't put up even a token protest, merely inclining her head in acquiescence. Truth be told, the thought of reclining on one of the plush sofas in their mahogany-paneled sitting room held immense appeal right about now. Perhaps she could sneak in yet another restorative nap with Daniel's soothing presence beside her... She was just rising from her chair, intent on following her husband back inside, when her phone buzzed with an incoming text notification from Emma's number. A frown etched her brow as she quickly scanned the message:

"Did you hear from the police? Martin woke up. Just got a call from the cops about him claiming Gina trying to off him. Would it be wrong if I laugh?"

Sucking in a sharp breath, Anya felt her lingering weariness dissipate as her mind was forced to confront the familial drama she'd tried to put from her mind. Of course Emma would be irate that she hadn't been immediately looped in on the update regarding their stepmother's apparent attempt on Martin's life.

"Everything okay?" Daniel's concerned voice broke through her distracted reverie.

"It's...nothing, really," Anya hedged, forcing a tight smile. "Just my sister overreacting to some nonsense with our stepmother, as usual. I'll fill her in later once I have all the details straight."

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It wasn't a total lie any situation involving Martin and Gina was usually rife with overblown hyst Daniels from someone. With a shake of her head, Anya tucked her phone away and reached to slip her arm through the crook of Daniel's elbow. "Come, my love," she said, purposefully affecting a tone of nonchalance. "You're right - a bit

f rest and relaxation is just what I need to recharge this afternoon."

If Daniel suspected her abrupt subject change was avoidance, he gave no outward indication. Squeezing her hand in silent support, he turned and guided her back inside their sanctuary,

family drama that

away

and Ruiz pored over the case files one final time, ensuring every contingency had been meticulously planned for the operation ahead. "All right, people, listen up," Carr addressed the assembled team of officers. "We have strong reason to believe an assassin has been contracted to finish the job on Martin Jones while he's still recovering here. The wife, Gina Jones, is our prime suspect behind the hit after the

the briefing. "Our best intel suggests the attempt will be made sometime after

in wait; we'll have an officer portraying Jones in his

likely a professional, so we have to be on high alert. Chances

H

over comms, is that clear?

allowed himself a grim smile of satisfaction. He'd overseen enough

circus on the road. I

of the burlier plainclothes officers assuming the role of the unconscious Martin

down the corridor from Jones's room. Posing as a worried family member, he would be perfectly placed to make the bust once their mark inevitably took the bait. His eyes remained trained on his wristwatch as the minute hand Finally began to tick

people," he muttered under his breath, keying

hours of the night. He could only imagine the tension gripping the officer laying in wait in the staged room, forced to stay completely still and passive even as their lives

as Carr was beginning to wonder if their intel had been compromised somehow, the faintest sound of footsteps reached his ears...footsteps that seemed to be growing nearer, rather

The footfalls continued advancing until they reached the door of Jones's room...paused for the

gesture from the officer playing Jones shifted the air current just enough to allow

M

Go! Go!" Carr hissed into his comms, already surging to his feet

wards