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Dylan raises his middle finger at him then continues to type, his eyes never leaving the screen as Fox chuckles. “Guess you didn’t hire him for his people skills.”
Dylan straightens and flips the screen over so we can see the picture of an older man. “This is who signed Amber out of the rehab center. He used fake credentials.”
I look at the picture and sigh. “Who is he?”
“His name is Roger Wepel. He showed up as a John Doe in the city morgue yesterday.”
Mark curses from next to me.
“They’re covering their tracks,” I say.
Dylan nods. “He has no known relatives or associates. It’s a dead end.”
“What about Amber’s accounts?”
“Offshore. But they were created just after you met Liv. Somehow, they were aware of Amber's connection to Liv through Jeremy.”
“And he’s not involved?” Fox asks.
“We have over six hours of interviews with him. He’s clean. Has Emilia said anything about what your dad might have been hiding?” Dylan asks.
“Whatever it was, he didn’t want either of us to find it.”
Dylan pulls out a chair and sighs as he settles into it. “We’re working hard on figuring this out Luke, but we’re fighting uphill with no knowledge of the terrain.”
It’s been a month since Liv left, and we still have no clue who’s responsible. “Keep going.”
He gives me a firm nod and turns to Fox. “We could use more of your help.”
Fox looks to Mark, who sighs. “I can pull Jordy,” he says.
I shake my head no. “They haven’t gone after Skye, but that doesn’t mean they won’t. I’ll stay at the condo, the gym, or here with Fox.”
Mark nods and we turn to Dylan. “Garrett knows everything I just told you,” he says.
“Did he tell Liv?” I ask.
“She knows the threat still exists. She’s being careful. She’s as safe as she can be where she’s at.”
I nod and we stand. I say goodbye to Dylan, and we leave the Maddox building. I hate that whoever is after me wants something hiding at Reilly Tech.What were you hiding, dad?
For the thousandth time, I curse myself for not being here towards the end of my dad’s life. Maybe I’d understand what the hell we’re dealing with. Whatever secrets he had, he took with him to his grave. And now I’m paying the price.
