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I adjusted my stance and swung the club, a sense of vindication filling me as I made contact with the ball, sending it sailing toward the green.
One thing was certain.
After today, Liam’s life as he knew it would soon come to an end.
And I couldn’t wait to watch him go down in flames.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Gideon
“I see you survived without too much injury,” Lachlan greeted when I joined him and Alexander in the lobby lounge later in the day.
As expected, Liam had been noticeably distracted after Detective Wheeler’s phone call. His usually confident and easygoing demeanor had been replaced with a tense, nervous energy, so much so that he played worse than I did, and that was saying something. I couldn’t help but find satisfaction in watching him slowly unravel as he learned exactly how it felt to be accused of a crime he didn’t commit.
Throughout the afternoon, he’d made quite a few calls himself, probably to his legal team. I had no doubt they’d work tirelessly to clear his name. After all,hedidn’t kill Benjamin Astor.
I did.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy watching Liam sweat a little right now. I wasn’t sure what worried him more — the potential of facing murder charges, or the possibility that Imogene might find out he was the one who’d paid Benjamin to send her those necklaces in the first place.
“No physical scars, but it might take a few days to get over the mental anguish,” I answered.
Lachlan threw his head back and laughed, raising his drink to his lips. “Same here.”
I looked from him toward Alexander, who continued to watch me with suspicion. “How was your day, sir?”
“Only managed to hit the ball in the rough twice, so I’d say it was a win.”
“Good to hear.” I gave him a small smile just as my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out and opened the text.
Henry:
Headline should hit in the next five minutes.
I briefly scanned the lounge, finding Alton shamelessly flirting with one of the cocktail waitresses. He’d been doing the same thing all day, relentlessly hitting on the women working the bar cart whenever it drove by. I could see the irritation and annoyance on their faces grow with each passing encounter, which got worse the more he drank. I’d tried to encourage him to tone it down, but he brushed it off, claiming the girls had no choice but to put up with it if they wanted to keep their job.
If I had any doubts about whether I was doing the right thing, spending the past several hours with these assholes eviscerated them. I thought I might see a hint of the men I once knew.
I didn’t.
They’d all allowed money and power to turn them into people I barely recognized.
Me:
Looking forward to it.
Henry:
How’s Liam?
Me:
Inwardly shitting bricks, I’d presume. Once he received that phone call, he was distracted. He’s still typing frantically on his phone, probably making sure there aren’t any reports about him being a person of interest in a murder investigation.
Henry:
