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That was a lot of cash for someone who said she’d been living on scraps of their multimillionaire lifestyle.
I couldn’t help it. I was suspecting Stephanie of killing her husband more than ever, because she seemed to have the biggest motive of all. There was alotof money floating around in their divorce, and if he was making it hard and trying to stop her getting her fair share, then she had a huge motive.
The biggest motive, even considering Alan’s.
I closed down those tabs from my research and opened my email. I needed to focus on something else. Preferably handing in my resignation to my arsehole boss because to paraphrase Taylor Swift, I was never, ever, ever going back to work.
Not there, anyway.
I had the email drafted, but I hadn’t been able to hit ‘send’ yet, mostly because my mind kept drifting back to the matter at hand.
The murder at hand, rather.
Like now.
“Ugh!” I closed my laptop down and dropped my head until my forehead rested on top of it.
Maybe I needed to actuallydosomething instead, like go to the B&B and continue cleaning. Make some phone calls. Book some testing. Maybe a skip to get rid of all the crap instead.
I grabbed my stuff, slipped my feet into my favourite ballet flats, and left the house. I had no idea where my parents were—their social life here in Fox Point really was absolutely rocking, and good for them.
It was much easier to live with them if we rarely crossed paths.
Not that I didn’t love my parents. I did. I was very lucky I was able to move back in after university and that they weren’t trying to force me out of the door, even though that had coincided with Grandpa coming to live with us.
That didn’t mean it was easy to live with my parents at my age. That wasn’t even me being a whiny bitch. I knew they felt the same, because we’d had many conversations about how we were effectively going to make cohabitating as adults work. We’d just about managed it, and it was a shame that Grandpa’s death was the only thing that had really brought us close to me being able to move out.
I’d tried saving, but as my savings had gone up, so had house prices.
It didn’t take a genius to work out which one was going up faster.
All in all, I was extremely lucky that Grandpa had left me a whole house and business in one, even if it did need work to get it back to what it could be.
I’d rather have Grandpa, but there wasn’t much I could do about that.
All I could do was turn The Ivy back into something he’d be proud of.
I got into my car and pulled out of the driveway, turning to go into town. It was the middle of the day and not prime driving time, so it wasn’t the worst drive I’d ever had. It didn’t take me too long to get to the B&B, and I parked right outside the annexe before letting myself in.
I had no idea what I was doing here.
Did I want to clean? Did I want to do anything productive at all?
I didn’t know. All I could think about was Steph and how I was becoming surer by the minute that she was the one responsible for Declan’s death.
I just didn’t know what to do with that information.
It was rattling around my head, and I needed to get it out, but the only person I could imagine speaking to was Noah.
Weirdly. Especially given our last conversation.
Sure, Jamie would probably listen to me, but would he take it seriously? Of the two of them, Noah was the most likely, so I took out my phone and text Ash while sitting on the front steps.
ME: Is your brother working today?
Her response came a few minutes later.
ASH: No, it’s his day off. Why?
