If the culprit had orchestrated a massive pile-up just to send a message, they were dealing with a true psychopath.
Julian patted Scarlett's shoulder to comfort her, but her phone suddenly rang. It was Stellan.
"Scarlett, I dug into the driver who caused the crash. He's from out of town, no steady job, no real background. He bought that beat-up truck from a shady used car lot just a few days ago. It was basically scrap metal."
Scarlett's voice sharpened. "Are you saying he bought that specific truck just to orchestrate this crash?"
"Exactly," Stellan confirmed. "This wasn't an accident; it was a deliberate hit. But we don't have hard evidence, and the police have already ruled it a mechanical failure."
Scarlett's expression darkened. "Can we link him to Sylvia or Melanie?"
"No, the trail's dead. But I did find something else..."
"What is it?"
"Sylvia's son. After she divorced Julian, she secretly gave the baby away. She claimed she sent him to a foster family, but I suspect she handed him over to his biological father."
Scarlett was floored. She knew Sylvia was malicious, but giving away her own child was a new low.
"Did you figure out who the father is?"



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