The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 548

If Gavin had indeed been operating in Cabinda all this time, how had he managed to stay off the radar for over a decade?

And whose bodies had they buried all those years ago?

Frustratingly, Franco had no way to acquire DNA samples from Gavin and Sophia.

The hair follicles recovered from the old house at The Glades had degraded from poor preservation, rendering them useless for testing.

The ashes he had secretly swapped yielded the exact same dead end.

That was right—the two urns Petty had mournfully emptied into the ocean hadn't belonged to Gavin and Sophia. Franco had ordered his men to swap the remains with fake ash beforehand.

Everything was just an unproven hypothesis. Until he possessed irrefutable proof, he refused to let things reach a point of no return.

He knew Petty's fiercely uncompromising nature; he had anticipated that she might resort to scattering the ashes out of spite.

But when Jay had reported that she actually threw them into the sea, Franco admitted to himself that a sharp jolt of panic had gripped him, propelling him to race to the beach disguised as Malcom.

The memory tightened his chest. Franco snatched the little dog figurine off the table, gripping it fiercely.

"Petty, I pray to God I'm right about this."

He had immediately ordered Jay to dig up everything on Gavin and Sophia's romantic history.

Digging into a complicated love triangle from a prior generation, especially one buried beneath decades of dust, had required serious legwork.

Fortunately, Jay was incredibly efficient.

"Boss, everything is right here."

Jay handed him a pristine dossier.

Franco flipped through the pages.

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