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He leans back in his chair. “But it’s about her?” It’s barely a question.
“About her parents.”
“They’re gone. And from what I understand, there was nothing in the will left to give.”
“This isn’t about money. I found Pepper at the site last night.”
He sits up. “Where they were found?”
I release a breath. “Where someone was found.”
“What does that mean?”
“Pepper isn’t convinced it was them,” I blurt out in a huff.
He draws back again, glaring at me.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know what you’re thinking.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “None of us wanted to believe Elliot died—”
“Don’t. This is different. She swears it wasn’t them.”
“Oh you mean the bodies that were barely identifiable?” He perks a brow.
My jaw works. “You think you’d be able to mistake Elliot’s body if it was…burned? Or Mom’s?”
He shakes his head. “I’d know.”
“So would I.”
There’s a beat before he sits up again, processing the information. “What do you need from me?”
“I want to start by finding out about the allegations. Dad thinks others were involved in the scam. But he doesn’t know who.”
Noah’s brows knit and he’s typing away on this laptop. Stopping every few seconds to read and then typing again. The process repeats three or four times. “Kyle Lowers. Looks like he worked with Robert Woods back in…two thousand thirteen.”
“You got an address?”
He glances up at me. “Not for a dollar.”
“Send me a bill and give me an address.”
Noah perks a brow. “Sure going a long way for someone you claimed you couldn’t stand back in the day.”
“Address.”
A few more clicks and another perked brow later, Noah smirks. “Colorado State Prison.”
22
Icheer thunderously with the girls as the Denver Kings win the game three nothing. I knew we had it when Chase dashed across the rink with that same determination. His skates slicing through the ice. His eyes laser-focused.
It’s not the glare of a captain about to let his team lose.
It was of one who knew exactly what he needed to do. And how he was going to do it.
Chase swooped in, taking control of the puck and tore toward the goal. And then with one powerful flick of the wrist, it went soaring into the net.
