He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 200

Grant Gauthier hadn't closed his eyes for two full days.

It took his men a grueling forty-eight hours to finally track down the waiter's location at the back of a busy nightclub.

Silas Thorne had already burned through three different jobs and changed his name, burying himself like a grain of sand in the desert.

Grant's men cornered him in a narrow, dead-end alley where the walls seeped with dampness beneath a flickering, half-broken streetlamp.

Grant didn't bother stepping out of his car.

He simply had his assistant hand the phone through the window, resting the device casually on his palm with the speakerphone turned on.

"Speak."

A trembling voice immediately came through the line, laced with borderline hysterical panic.

"It... it was a woman who came to me. She told me to slip something into the drinks at that table, saying it would only make someone sleep and wouldn't kill anyone."

Grant's fingers froze.

A woman? The image of Sienna Sawyer's pale, quiet face flashed through his mind.

It was highly likely it was Sienna. It seemed he hadn't wronged her after all.

He relaxed his grip on the phone, the suffocating weight that had been pressing on his chest for days finally beginning to lift.

Then, Silas's voice drifted through the speaker again.

"I remember the woman was wearing a gold chain on her wrist. It had a little cat charm with a ruby for an eye. That bracelet really stuck with me because I thought it was so unique at the time."

Grant's heart plummeted.

It wasn't a sharp pain, but rather the sensation of a building's foundation suddenly giving way, sending a violent tremor through the entire structure.

"Are you certain?"

"Positive. That gem was blinding. I couldn't help but take a second look."

The call disconnected, the faint beep dissolving into the silence of the car's interior.

That bracelet was a gift Grant had personally given to Lyla Lennox. He vividly remembered how thrilled she had been when she received it.

Sienna, on the other hand, owned no such thing—simply because Grant had never bothered to buy her a single gift.

He leaned back, his spine pressing heavily into the leather seat.

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