Page 40 of Lethal Weakness

A younger male strolls in without any qualms about what he’s seeing. Turner looks more strung out than the photos I’ve studied of him.

His hair is brown, not blonde like Avery’s. I’m glad she didn’t take a resemblance to her shitty father.

Turner picks up the metal tin from beside his father and snorts a few lines of his own, never taking his eyes off the housekeeper performing oral.

As soon as he’s done, his hands go to his zipper and his dick comes out too.

A dual blowjob with your father is almost as disgusting as it gets.

Except he doesn’t wait for his turn with her mouth. He saddles up behind the girl and rips her black skirt up to her waist.

She doesn’t react, or jerk away. Nothing to indicate that she isn’t okay with this as he shoves himself fully inside of her in one go.

This is about as disgusting as it gets… A cocaine filled threesome with dad and son.

As soon as I’m sure that the housekeeper isn’t being forced, and according to her moans of satisfaction, I assume she isn’t, then I dip away from the stomach-turning show.

The backdoor is unlocked, and most of the lower level is in shadows as I make my way inside. I don’t see or hear any other staff, and I’m sure that is on purpose. Edmund and Turner wouldn’t want any witness to their debauchery.

Luckily, the path to the inner office is clear, and I slip into Merrill’s office without any problems. I grab my bug from the computer and swap the microphone in the bookcase with a new one.

It’s almost too easy. I feel like I could take my time inside, explore deeper into the mansion, but it’s a risk to take chances without intel. This house is old, and the historic records have been destroyed at one time or another, so the floor plans within the depths of the lower levels aren’t known.

A house like this has centuries’ worth of secrets inside, and if it’s up to me, it will burn when Edmund and Merrill Scott’s legacy goes down in flames.

All I chance tonight is a new route as I exit the house. I take a different hallway past the kitchen and get eyes inside the silent rooms. Most of them are being used by the staff in some capacity. Pantry, butler kitchen, wet bar, and a wine cellar.

But one room is large and empty. All there is inside is a child’s rocking horse in the center and another door on the far wall.

It’s an oddly misplaced room, and something about it draws me in. Large windows letting in the moonlight are the only visibility I have as I step slowly across the room.

The far door opens to a spiral staircase, and curiosity eats at me. What’s upstairs?

The house is still silent, and I listen to my gut, ascending the stairs with my gun drawn.

There is another small white door at the top, and I open it to another room filled with moonlight.

It’s a child’s room. Even with limited visibility, I can tell it’s pink and frilly, and definitely meant for a little girl.

The air is stale, and the room is clean of any clutter, indicating that it hasn’t been in use. Did they do this for Avery?

It’s the only thing that makes sense.

In the corner is a grand toy castle, and above it is another painting like the one I saw in the parlor.

A blonde-haired, green-eyed princess.

It looks so much like Avery, and yet it seems like it was painted by someone who had never actually met the 3.5-year-old. It’s not quite right, just like the other one.

I wonder if Linden knows they have a bedroom set up in their house for her daughter. A full-size canopy bed, and… A closet full of clothes and dresses.

These fuckers are trying to take Avery from her.

That’s not going to happen.

Chapter Fourteen

Linden