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“You’ve got that right,” she laughs.“But I had a gut feeling it was important.”
“That sounds like something my brother would say,” I remark wistfully, staring into the distance for a beat before her voice pulls me back to the present.
“If I think of anything else, I’ll be sure to call.And you’re welcome to reach out if you have any more questions, as well.”
“Thank you, Ms.Fisher.”
We say our goodbyes, and I dash out of the garage and into the house, taking the steps two at a time as I dart up to my bedroom.I go to my desk and pull out the file containing all the research I’d amassed over the past few weeks, starting with Callie and Jack’s father, Warren Clark.
He died in a car wreck a few hours before the avalanche that killed Esme’s uncle, aunt, and cousins.After doing additional research into his “career”, I learned he was credited with being the person to take the last photos of Prince Nicholas and his family alive.They weren’t official photos, just candid shots of them leaving their ski villa the day before they perished.Based on all the photos he sold that week, it’s obvious he’d been camped out in the area, hoping to snap as many shots as possible.
Couple that with the fact that Jack claimed to find a video from the night he died, it’s probably safe to assume it was a video of Prince Nicholas and his family.
While I can understand why Reagan might think there may never have been a video, I’m not so quick to dismiss it.Not with everything else I know.
Especially considering she’d set up a meeting between Jack and Gianna Vale, who’s also dead.
Is it possible Jack met with Gianna and gave her the video, which also made her a target?
And what could possibly be on that video that someone’s willing to kill over?
ChapterSeventeen
Creed
“Creed?Are you in here?Why’s the garage door wide open?”
Rory’s voice cuts through the comfortable silence, and I snap my eyes away from my laptop to see the sun has started to set.
I jump to my feet, cursing under my breath that I’d allowed myself to lose track of time.Last I checked, it wasn’t yet two in the afternoon.Now, it’s nearly six in the evening.I was so consumed with learning everything I could about Warren Clark that I hadn’t given much thought to anything else — like the fact that Rory would be getting out of work and might question why I’ve been going through all the boxes in the garage.
I throw all the information I’ve amassed on Warren Clark back into a folder and shove it into my desk before slipping out of my room, closing the door behind me.I’m about to hurry down the stairs when Rory emerges onto the second floor landing, her suspicious eyes falling on my closed door.
I typically leave it open, since I generally don’t have anything to hide.
These days, though, I tend to hide everything from her.Hell, I try to avoid her as much as I can.
“Have you been working in the garage?”Her question isn’t accusatory.Just curious.
“Figured it was time to go through my old things.Get rid of stuff I don’t need anymore.”
“That’s a good idea, considering most of that stuff’s been collecting dust for years now.Just give me a few minutes and I’ll come help you for a bit before I have to grab AJ from practice.I’d like to go through some of your old kitchen stuff before you get rid of it.See if there’s anything we could use here, since a lot of our plates and glasses have seen better days.”She starts to turn toward her bedroom.
“I’m not getting rid of my kitchen stuff,” I tell her, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them.
Maybe it’s a good thing, though.It’s already June.I’ve had plans to move out since the end of March.I’ve already signed a lease on a new place that starts a week or so after I return from this next trip to the States with Anderson.I can’t keep putting this off.It will only make it more difficult.Hell, I’ve probably already made it more difficult than it has to be by waiting this long.
“I thought you said you were getting rid of things you don’t need.”She faces me, brows furrowed.“I figured that would be the first stuff to go—”
“I found a place in the city.I signed the lease earlier this week.”
“You did what?”She steps toward me, her voice incredulous.“Why would you do that?And without consulting me?I get that the commute to the palace can be a bitch.I do it every day, too.But I chose this area because of the schools.You can’t expect me to uproot our lives without being consulted.Expect me to be okay with putting AJ in a new school district that I’ve done absolutely no research on.AJ needs consistency in his life, and this—”
“I’m not planning on uprooting you or AJ.”
“But you said—”
“I found a place.For me.Alone.”
