The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 166

Chapter 166: Martin's Only son

The man's only response was to offer Carr an insolent smirk or turning away as he was marched out of the room. The detective scowled clearly he w crack.

going to be a tough nut to

But as the adrenaline began to wear off, Carr felt his mouth curve into a vindicated smile. Sure, it might take some work to get their would-be assassin talking. But they'd done the hard part apprehending him before he could inflict any actual harm.

With the pillow brandished as grisly evidence in hand, Carr strode from the hospital room with a sense of victory thrumming through his veins. One way or another, they'd get to the bottom of who had put this hit out on Martin Jones...and they would bring both perpetrators to justice for their sickening transgressions.

Gina paced a restless track across the dingy living room of her small apartment, her agitation seeming to thrum through the very air around her. Every few moments, she would pause to shoot a furtive glance towards the front door, as if expecting it to burst open at any second.

"Will you quit that racket?" her son Ben grumbled from where he sat slumped on the beat-up sofa. "You're making me dizzy just watching you wear a trench into the floor."

The boy kept his sullen gaze fixed on the flickering television screen, steadfastly ignoring his mother's manic behaviors. In truth, he'd been tuning her out more often than not these days ever since that terrible night when she'd exploded on him for daring to ask about the aftermath of his father's injuries.

A part of Ben still couldn't quite accept that his once put-together, sophisticated mother had devolved into this high-strung, perpetually anxious shadow of herself. Something had fundamentally snapped inside Gina's psyche after she and Ben had been forced from the lavish family home by Ben's cold-hearted older sister Emma. His mother seemed to vacillate between bitter rage towards his sister one moment, and overwhelming fear about something else entirely the next.

glare as she prowled another tight circle around the room. "I'm going

at understanding her mindset. As far as he could tell, the entire situation she was so bent out of shape over stemmed from her

apartment's doorbell punctured

shrank back against the

in place. momentarily before hurrying

it?" she called out in a tight volce,

eyes.

from the other side, but his mother's entire body seemed to deflate in resignation before his eyes. With shaking hands, she slid the deadbolt and pulled the door inward, leveling the guests on the other side with a mutinous glare. "Just what is

attention snapped back into rapt focus as two uniformed police officers barged into the apartment's small

forward and grabbed Gina's wrists, wrenching them behind her back with practiced efficiency despite her howls of outrage. "No! You don't understand, it wasn't me! I didn't try to

her wrists, Ben found himself rooted to the spot in numb shock. Attempted murder? Of his own father? The words seemed to float. through his mind in a surreal

it took him several long moments

go!" he demanded, finding his feet and crossing the apartment in three long strides to

traded an inscrutable glance before one - the taller, stockier male - turned towards him with an expression

evidence of her intent," the man explained, his tone leaving no room for argument. "She's being

to the fate that seemed to