The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 773

Vivienne found it strange, her gaze sweeping over the tangle of weeds in Cormac's overgrown field. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

From a distance, and with trees obstructing her view, she couldn't make out exactly what was being grown. She furrowed her brow. "Mr. Wolf, how many drug precursors can you identify?" She could spot which herbs were poisonous but wasn't as clear about the raw materials for narcotics.

Percival's eyes flashed coldly. "Not many, just a few common ones. Vivienne, are you suspecting that the Abernathys are using this place as a base for growing and processing drugs?"

"That's not possible, Vivienne." Before she could respond, Matthew swiftly countered their speculation, "The villagers have had their suspicions about their crops; some even called the cops, but after several visits, nothing was found."

When he first arrived at the Suncrest Village, he hadn't ruled out that possibility.

He had gone around the Abernathy property specifically looking for signs. Drug processing surely had to leave waste behind, and with no sewage system in a rural village, it would have to end up in the waterways.

But the village wells, streams, and even the river a few miles away were all pristine.

The Abernathys didn't live near any water flow; aside from Cormac going out, the rest had hardly left their yard in over a decade.

Thinking about what he had observed, Matthew looked around and whispered, "Honestly, the smell around their place doesn't seem like drugs, but it's hard to describe. It's like the stench of something rotting, but not quite."

He crossed his arms, occasionally glancing at Percival. "Mr. Ellington, with all the people you've met, any chance you can identify the smell?"

The man shot him a look, his voice flat. "I'm not a dog!"

Had Matthew taken the wrong pill today? He was all smiles when they met before, but now he was being unusually sarcastic.

Matthew was taken aback, at a loss for words.

him nonchalantly and suggested,

say, Mr. Ellington. Vivienne, follow

through several twists and

clustered houses in the village, the further they went, the fewer homes there were, and the more tranquil the environment became, until they stood surrounded by the Abernathy property. Apart from lush trees and weeds high enough to reach one's shins, there was

Abernathy's two-story house stood isolated on the desolate land, an old fence surrounding

movie, it would be the perfect

described, upon entering the Abernathy perimeter, a foul odor assaulted their senses, and despite their foresight in wearing gas masks, the pervasive stench was inescapable. Vivienne wrinkled her nose, a vague

and nudged Percival. "Mr. Wolf, I feel like I've smelled

feeling," Percival replied, his surprise deepening, "but I can't place

her head.

I knock

unease, she

wilderness as Percival surveyed the scene, noting its

plan, had positioned themselves in a

briefly met with a

grew closer, "Who is it? I've told you a hundred times, we don't need your village supplies, and your town square has nothing to

she

seeing Vivienne and her companions, the woman's irritation lingered on their faces for a moment before turning into suspicion.

locals, she could recognize

from a castle. It was obvious they

hadn't seen such people in years and tensed up immediately. "Who are

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