Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 609

“Because your mother, Romilly, was too brilliant,” the voice explained. “The businesses Zoltan gave Thatch were all failing, but with Romilly’s help, they didn’t just recover, they flourished. Zoltan was afraid that if she lived, and if the Palmer fortune eventually passed to her son, Haskell, it would effectively be in her hands.”

“Zoltan would never let that happen. So, he used Thatch to carry out his plan, eliminating Romilly and conveniently pinning the blame on his useless son.”

Hearing this, Sire’s face contorted with rage, veins bulging on his forehead. Rigby placed a hand on his shoulder, signaling for him to stay calm.

“You have no proof,” Rigby challenged the caller. “How do I know I can trust you?”

A dry chuckle came through the phone. “That’s for you to find out. I just thought you deserved to know the truth.”

“By the way, there’s a USB drive in the package. Watch the video on it. And if I were you, I wouldn’t tell Haskell about any of this. If you do, you’ll never get justice for Romilly.”

The line went dead.

Rigby felt a deep unease. The caller’s voice had clearly been altered, and his motives were suspect.

“Sire, calm down,” he said. “We don’t know who that was. We can’t just believe them.”

Sire picked up the USB drive, rushed to the study, and plugged it into the computer.

A video played. A middle-aged man, bundled in a thick down coat and hat, was being wheeled out of an asylum and carefully lifted into a car. Once inside, he removed his hat, revealing his face. The image was grainy, but Sire recognized him instantly.

Thatch!

“Sire, I understand,” Rigby said. “I never knew my mother, and I only learned about my past yesterday. But if she was murdered, I won’t let it go, either.”

“But the Palmer family is a snake pit. We don’t know who to trust. Let’s not be rash. That caller could be lying, trying to turn us against Haskell. Or he could be telling the truth, but with his own sinister motives. We need to investigate this ourselves before we do anything.”

Sire nodded. [Fine. But I have one condition: Haskell can’t know about this. I don’t trust him.]

Rigby nodded back. “I understand, Sire. Right now, you’re the only person I trust, too.”

…

After hanging up, Fraser Palmer removed the new card from his phone and cut it in half with a pair of scissors.