Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 875

Elijah's eyes sparkled with realization. Yes, they had been so wrapped up in figuring out the beef between Gideon, the Bradfords, and Keith, they'd completely overlooked the obvious!

Their focus had been, "What on earth went down on that mountain all those years ago?"

But they'd totally missed a simpler angle!

All they needed to know was whether it was Keith's granddad who had dragged him up that mountain. That was it!

Regardless of what happened on the mountain, if it was indeed granddad who had dragged Keith up there, indifferent to his well-being, then it would prove that there was something seriously off with granddad. It would validate the grudge Keith held against him!

And if it wasn't granddad? Well, that would mean Keith got it all wrong!

"I'm on it now!" With this new direction, Elijah immediately fired up his computer to start digging.

"Let me know as soon as you find something."

Elliot patted Elijah on the shoulder and left to find Lowell.

Lowell had just woken up, shocked to learn that the precious one had been brought back, his eyes wide as saucers.

After allowing Lowell a moment to freak out, Elliot waited for him to calm down before getting down to business, "Mr. Lowell, I need you to make another trip to Joy Residence, have a chat with the Tylers."

The Tylers were Keith's neighbors back in Hill Village.

Elliot and Lowell had visited them a while back during their investigation into Aiden.

Lowell was puzzled, "We've already asked everything we could, what's left to talk about?"

Elliot clarified, "This time, it's not about Aiden. Ask about what went down in the village around the time granddad arrived at Hill Village. If nothing out of the ordinary happened, just get them to reminisce about everyday life back then. Whatever they can remember, you record it. I want to hear everything."

Lowell was bewildered, still in the dark about Elliot's motives. But he knew well that Elliot's brain worked in mysterious ways, much like Tarquin's: brilliant, composed, and utterly inscrutable.

After setting everything up, Elliot returned to his room.

He jotted down all the questions swirling in his mind, his pen dancing across the page in thought. Eventually, his gaze settled on a chilling thought: Someone's behind Keith!

Elliot frowned, eyes narrowing in contemplation.