Page 34 of Wicked Heirs


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“You can check it out,” Bobbi replied, shrugging lightly. “Just tell me if you need help cracking it.”

Erin picked up the phone and played with it for a couple of minutes, brows furrowed with concentration. “I’m in,” she finally said. “I’ll check his messages first.”

I peered over her shoulder while she worked through the inbox, outbox, and draft folders. “Looks pretty clean so far,” I said.

“Yeah. Nothing in here sets off any alarm bells,” she replied, absentmindedly scratching at her left eyebrow. “His emails look clean too, and there’s nothing weird in his call logs either.”

“So he’s either completely innocent or he deletes incriminating stuff to hide what he’s really up to,” I said, rubbing my chin.

“Yes.” Erin tapped at the screen again. “I’m checking his location history now. What time did you say Kinsey’s last message to you showed up?”

“10:29 p.m. on Thursday.”

Her lips twisted as she stared down at the screen. A moment later, her brows shot up. “Holy shit,” she said in a low voice. “Mr. Blythe was here that night.”

A chill ran down my spine. “What time?”

She turned the phone screen to face me and Bobbi in turn. “He arrived on campus at 10:26. Left at 10:43.”

“That’s more than a little suspicious,” Bobbi said, eyes narrowing. “No way it’s a coincidence.”

“No shit.” A mix of fear and anger flared in my chest. “Where did he go after he left?”

Erin looked down and tapped at the phone again. “Oh my god,” she muttered, brows furrowing. “He went to your house, Jax.”

“What?” I snatched the phone away and stared at the screen, eyes widening. Erin was right. The GPS data showed that Mr. Blythe had arrived at my address on King Albert Parade at 10:57 on Thursday night.

Erin took the phone back. “Let me check how long he was there,” she said, forehead creasing in an inquisitive frown. “Huh, that’s weird. It says he was at your house for over an hour that night. I didn’t see him there when we arrived, though. Did you?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Okay, so, I think we can agree that Mr. Blythe was definitely with Kinsey, right?” Bobbi said, hunching over the table. “They were here at the school at the same time, and then Mr. Blythe drove straight to your house after he left. Theyhadto be together.”

I nodded grimly. “Yes,” I said, heart thudding hard and fast in my ribcage. “I think he took her.”

Bobbi raised her palms. “I don’t know. Let’s not jump to conclusions just yet.”

“I’m not jumping to conclusions,” I snapped. “The GPS data proves it. You literally just said so yourself.”

“Hold on. Let me speak,” she replied, voice tinged with irritation. “Kinsey obviously left the school with him, but we don’t know if he forced her to do that. Maybe he ran into her out in the parking lot and offered her a ride home. Then, after they arrived, she invited him in for a drink to say thanks.”

“And he stayed for over an hour?” I said, forehead crinkling. “Without Anna, Maeve, or George noticing anything?”

Bobbi chewed on her lip as she considered my question. “I hate to say this,” she finally said. “But is there a chance that Mr. Blythe could’ve been helping Kinsey?”

“Helping her with what?”

“Running away.” She leaned back in her chair, forehead wrinkling. “He could’ve been sitting out in the car waiting for her while she sneaked into the house to pack a few things. That would explain why his location history says he was there for so long. It would also explain why no one saw Kinsey in the house… because she didn’t want to be seen.”

I clenched my teeth. “Kinsey didn’t run away. She wouldn’t do that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. A hundred percent. Iknowher, and I know she’s innocent. She would never try to run no matter how bad things were looking with her case,” I said. “Besides, Anna packed up all her stuff that night, and she didn’t notice anything missing.”

Bobbi raised a brow. “Maybe she only took a few things. Like a jacket, pair of jeans, and some underwear. Her mom probably wouldn’t notice stuff like that missing.”

“I don’t think so. I agree with Jax,” Erin said, face set in a stony expression. “Kinsey wouldn’t run away. Also, we already know that Mr. Blythe is shady. He lied about all that stuff with Cerina, remember?”

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