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.

Meristate, and any investigation will be

Spencer left, Damon sat alone in the study, lost in

...

night, Nyla's phone suddenly rang,

for it and

out by loud background noise. She sounded like

"Valarie, where are you right

bar... having a drink. Want to come?" Valarie

you

jerks... Not a single decent one..." Valarie

out the bar's names Nyla ended the call and got up to change, preparing

awake, said, "It's late, Nyla. I'll call Brandon and have him pick her up." "Are you sure? They were just fighting. What if he doesn't want to go?" Nyla asked, worried. "He will,"

up his phone and called Brandon, who answered quickly. "Uncle Damon, what's up?"

about ten kilometers from

take her

said, "I'll get someone to

get someone else to be her boyfriend, too." "Uncle Damon, you don't know what's going

at a bar, and if you don't care enough to get her, you don't deserve her," Damon retorted

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