Shane called Natalie once he got back to the room.
Her sleep-tinged voice greeted him on the phone. “Morning.”
“Did I wake you?” His frown immediately relaxed at the sound of her voice.
She shook her head and sat up in bed. “No, I was about to get up anyway. Let me guess. You’re calling me now because of the will?”
“Did you find it?”
Shane pursed his lips before replying simply, “I did.”
“Is there enough evidence to convict Sam?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Natalie’s joy was palpable as she exclaimed, “That’s great! Shane, congratulations! When will you turn it in?”
“Tomorrow,” he answered.
I can’t let Sam be at large any longer.
She supported his decision wholeheartedly. “Tomorrow’s good. Let’s get it done and over with and seek revenge for Dad and Mom.”
“I know.”
They chatted for an hour more until a housekeeper knocked on the door to Natalie’s bedroom and announced that breakfast was ready.
Shane heard the housekeeper’s announcement and persuaded Natalie to have breakfast.
He had not slept last night.
It could be due to his excitement at discovering the incriminating evidence, though it could also be due to his concern over the fact that they had not found the killer.
Shane ended up hobbling downstairs in the morning with dark circles under his eyes.
Silas had arrived. “Mr. Shane.”
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