The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 242

Jay sat in the helicopter heading back to Cabinda, his laptop open in front of him, a suspicious bank account lighting up the screen.

He said, voice steady, “The account belongs to Travis.”

Travis.

That name, old but burned deep into his memory, came rushing back. Franco’s gaze hardened, a chilling cold settling over his eyes.

He crushed his cigarette between his fingers, snapping it in half. The ember fell, scattering ash across the floor.

Travis had been the infamous border kingpin years ago, the one who worked hand in hand with Gavin, feared by everyone for his brutal ways. After Gavin murdered Franco’s parents, he’d teamed up with Travis to split up the White family’s remaining assets.

But Travis wasn’t interested in sharing. He betrayed Gavin, taking everything for himself. Gavin, left without his muscle on the border, saw his businesses crumble. Even his airline collapsed, dragging the Lane family into bankruptcy.

Franco had enlisted in the army twelve years ago, signing up for an undercover mission at the border. His only goal had been to get close to Travis and make him pay with his life.

But he’d been too late.

Travis died of an illness two months before Franco began his mission. Gone, just like that.

Normally, the bank wouldn’t freeze a dead man’s account automatically, but someone was moving money out of Travis's account, even though he'd been dead for years.

Jay spoke again. “Abbot took over Travis’s business, but he never had access to his money. Only a legal heir or a spouse could touch those funds, but Travis had no wife or kids.”

Franco knew all this. He’d done his homework: Travis had never married. That account hadn’t been touched in all these years.

So, who could access Travis’s account now? And what did they want with Petty?

Cabinda’s biggest morning market was already packed with people.

Susan moved through the crowd, her shopping basket swinging in her hand. She liked to pick out fresh ingredients herself, especially when she was cooking for Franco and Petty.

After gathering her vegetables, she stopped by the fish stall and picked out a perfect sea bass. Mrs. White adored her steamed sea bass, so Susan decided to cook it for lunch.

It was busy, even more than usual. Susan, focused on her shopping, didn’t notice the woman trailing her at just the right distance. Black face mask, fisherman’s hat, blending in perfectly.

Susan handed her fish to the stall owner. “Can you hold onto the sea bass for me when it’s ready? I’m just going to grab a meat pie and I’ll come right back.”

It was still early. By the time she got back to Misty Vale, Mrs. White would probably only just be waking up. She remembered Mrs. White mentioning meat pies to Jay last night, saying she had a craving. Perfect excuse to bring one home.

With New Year’s around the corner, the market was even busier than usual.