The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 The Past Finally Speaks

“His wife. Angela Reeves. She moved to Oregon after his death, but we’re still in touch. She’s never believed the suicide story. If you want to talk to her, I can make an introduction.”

“Yes,” Elera said immediately. “Please. Anything that helps us build a case.”

Jennifer nodded, typing something on her phone. “I’ll text her today. But I need to warn you, going after Kieran Nethys is dangerous. He’s already killed at least three people that we know of. He won’t hesitate to kill more.”

“He’s my father,” Elera said quietly. “And I’m going to destroy him.”

The weight of that statement sat heavy in the air. Clara reached over and squeezed Elera’s hand. Drakonius’s expression was dark and devious. Frost, from his position across the coffee shop, gave a subtle nod of approval.

“There’s one more thing,” Jennifer said. “Sarah. Does she know? About what really happened?”

“I don’t think so. She genuinely believes she killed her parents. That’s why she hates me so much. She thinks I was part of covering it up.”

“You need to tell her the truth. She deserves to know.” Jennifer stood up, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “I’ve given you everything I have. The video is in a secure cloud storage, I’ll send you the access codes. Detective Reeves’s widow is expecting your call. And I’ll be available if you need me to testify, though I’d prefer to do it from behind a screen if possible. I’m not eager to become target practice for your father’s hired killers.”

“We’ll protect you,” Frost said, appearing at their table like a very tall, very armed ghost. “You’ll have security from this moment forward and no, don’t argue with me.”

Jennifer looked like she wanted to argue, but then she just nodded tiredly. “Fine. I’ve been looking over my shoulder for more than five years. Maybe it’s time someone else did the looking for me.”

After Jennifer left, escorted by two of Frost’s team, the four of them sat in silence. The coffee shop continued its normal operation around them, people ordering overpriced lattes and working on laptops, completely unaware that a murder conspiracy had just been laid bare in the corner booth.

“So,” Clara said finally, “Your father is an actual literal murderer. That’s worse than I expected, and I expected it to be pretty bad.”

“Yeah,” Elera agreed. “That about sums it up.”

“What do we do?” Drakonius asked. “We can’t just call the police. Kieran clearly has connections there. And the evidence, while compelling, is not exactly rock solid.”

“We do what Elera does best,” Clara said, “We get strategic. We gather more evidence, we build an airtight case, and we make sure that when we strike, it’s fatal. Metaphorically speaking, probably.”

“Definitely metaphorically,” Elera said. “I’m not a murderer, even if my father is.”

“So we need Detective Reeves’s notes, we need more witnesses from the party, we need anything else we

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can find that connects Kieran to the accident,” Drakonius listed. “And we need to do it quietly. If he gets wind that we’re investigating, he’ll disappear the evidence and the people involved.”

“I’ll start with the detective’s widow,” Frost said. “I can make contact and establish some trust. Former military to a police wife, there’s a built in credibility there.”

“I’ll work on tracking down other people who were at the party,” Clara added. “I have some research skills from my journalism background. I can find people.”

“And I,” Drakonius said, “will use my very lawyers to figure out the best legal strategy. What we have is good, but we need it to be perfect. No loopholes for him to slip through.”

They all looked at Elera.

“What about you?” Clara asked. “What’s your role in this?”

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