Chapter 888

Nyla nodded and turned to Damon. "Looks like you have work to take care of. I'll go put Buddy to bed."

"Alright," Damon said, then turned to Spencer. "Let's talk in the study."

Once inside, with the door closed, Damon handed Spencer two hair samples.

"Take these in for testing. I need the results within a day," he instructed.

Spencer carefully took the samples. "Understood, Mr. Sumner."

"How's the investigation on Drake coming along?" Damon asked.

Spencer's expression grew tense.

Lowering his voice, he said, "Drake knows someone's looking into him, and Falcon was almost caught. They've stepped back for now."

Damon's gaze hardened. "Got it. Tell them to lay low and stay out of sight for a while."

"Alright. But they did manage to find out that this 'Amy' is somehow connected to the Nixons," Spencer added.

any investigation will be risky. Keep tabs on Tom-let me know if he makes any moves," Damon replied.

lost in thought for a while before

...

night, Nyla's phone suddenly rang, pulling her

for it and answered.

too much... I'll never forgive him... sniff..." Valarie's voice was tearful and slurred, nearly drowned out by loud background noise. She sounded like she was at a bar. Nyla glanced at the

deepened with worry. "Valarie,

at... a bar... having a

you with friends?" Nyla

all jerks... Not a single decent

to ask twice before Valarie finally slurred out the bar's names Nyla ended the call and

sure? They were

and called Brandon, who answered quickly. "Uncle Damon, what's up?" "Where are you

ten

at Tunes. Go take her home,"

pause, Brandon said, "I'll get someone to

let out a cold laugh. "Then get someone else to be her boyfriend, too." "Uncle Damon, you don't know what's going on between

at a bar, and if you don't care enough to get her,

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