Ethan

“What do you mean, this isn’t enough?” l growl, glaring at the investigator. I’ve just handed him everything we found in Eve’s safe, from her murder schemes to her personal legends detailing all the money she stole from the Atelier over the years. To my shock and absolute fury, the detective simply blinked and told me it was all circumstantial.

“Sir, no one saw her writing this, we don’t know that it actually belongs to her.” He insists stubbornly.

“Are you serious?” l demand. What I really want to ask is ‘do you even have a brain? or ‘how the hell did you get this job when you clearly aren’t intelligent enough to have made it through grade school.’

However I have a long history of playing the diplomat in the face of challenging people, so I restrain myself – though not without difficulty.”It’s practically a full confession, it was locked in a safe in her room and it’s in her handwriting. The perspective of events she describes makes it obvious she’s the author.”

Shaking his head, he frowns. “That’s all speculation.”

“You haven’t even had time to fully examine it.”I hiss, “Just go through it, you’ll see that I’m right.”

“I can’t accept that.” The detective refuses, seriously testing my patience. “It’s not admissible evidence. It wasn’t found in an official police search or with a warrant, and you admitted you broke into her safe to access it. No court in the world would accept it.”

I’m a concerned citizen, who found evidence in my own home and I’m bringing it to you with all the details of its discovery. That’s perfectly admissible!” I grumble, wondering if perhaps I should have left it in the safe and called them to the house. However the man’s next words make it abundantly clear he’s less worried about the chain of evidence, than he is with passing off the blame.

“And how do I know you didn’t doctor all this stuff?

” He asks impudently, “You could have made it all up.!”

“Are you accusing me of fraud?” | question harshly,

“the victim was my mother, I want to find her killer more than anyone.”

not seeming the least bit sincere.

now.” l grit

“Sir, that

it’s beginning to defy belief.

pack member who hasn’t agreed with the direction of an investigation, or the first entitled nobleman who thinks they can pull a few strings and make

the end, I didn’t go to the force commander.

used to look into Eric, telling him I needed everything he could find me

night after she

part because I didn’t want to get Jane’s hopes up when I knew there was a chance things wouldn’t be resolved easily. I’ve been suspicious about this crooked investigation from the beginning, and the more time that passes, the more likely it seems that something more is going on

the look on her face when she hears the news, and I don’t want her to know that the kids were involved until after the fact. It will stress her out

kids we should let this be a fun surprise for her, but keeping the secret for one night when she wasn’t even there is a very different matter than

thirty I get a call from my Pl,

I ask, feeling a

“Already?”

a complete i***t, or so overconfident in his own abilities that he thinks he’s completely above suspicion and doesn’t need to cover his tracks.”

answer eagerly, “What did

announces, “and he has

I mutter, feeling a profound sense

back into town. He has a cache of photos and videos I desperately wish I could unsee on his computer, some from

along for months, promising to let him claim her completely if he helps her

l ask, “I suppose you didn’t find this information

hire me because I do things by the book, you hire me for finding the impossible.” He reminds me, “but if you’re worried about bringing this to the police commander, don’t worry. While I was hacked into his system l sent a

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