The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: PAYING HIM A VISIT

Abigail

"What are the chances that Finnegan would skin me alive for this?"

"A hundred and forty percent," Annette replied, tapping rapidly on her laptop, while I scanned through the Facebook lists on my phone.

The clock at the top of my screen read 11:04. It was still morning, but I was bored out of my wits. I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. My bruises throbbed, but the pain was dull.

The more we wasted time and dragged around, the riskier it was that we would lose this case.

I had the evidence now — real, damning evidence from Cole’s phone — but it wasn’t enough. We needed a witness.

We needed Owen Smith, and we had better find him before that scheming old witch realized we were looking for him and tried to get rid of him like she got rid of Cole.

I wondered if she had found out Gavin was dead yet. Or maybe not. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Annette and I sat on her bed. The doctor had ordered bed rest for both of us, but that was about as likely as sleeping in a burning house.

Neither of us could obey that, especially when the thirty-day deadline for my parents’ case was ticking down like a bomb.

"I found his number," Annette said, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Owen Smith. He’s retired and lives on the outskirts of the city, in a quiet neighborhood. It wasn’t easy to dig up, considering he’s been off the grid for years."

"Well, he’s about to get back on the grid," I muttered. "I’m sorry, Mr. Smith."

My heart raced as she dialed the number on speakerphone. It rang three times before a gruff, wary voice answered.

"Who is this?"

I leaned closer to the phone. "Mr. Smith? This is Abigail Kellerman. Hugo and Isabella Kellerman’s daughter. I have some questions about my parents. About what happened fifteen years ago at Lander Logistics. Please, I just need a few minutes of your time."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end.

"No," Owen Smith whispered, voice trembling. "Don’t call me again. Ever. I signed an NDA. I can’t talk about any of that. They’ll kill me if I do. Just like they killed your parents. Leave me alone!"

The line went dead. Annette and I glanced at each other.

"Well, that was expected. If he had just started confessing for no reason, I would have suspected him right off the bat," I grumbled, trying to fight the frustration building inside me.

Just who the fuck did Gina Wolfe and her crazy son think they were? How many people had they threatened, maimed, and killed just to get whatever they wanted?

I glared at the phone. "He’s terrified. But that means he knows something, right? He has to."

Annette nodded, already pulling up his address. "We’re not giving up. His place is on the outskirts. We can drive there and confront his ass in person."

"Let’s take the biggest guard Finn has with us. That’ll get him to talk." Annette chuckled.

"Nothing motivates you to speak like a six-foot-four hulk ready to smash you into pieces."

"Ugh, that makes us no different than that old witch. Threatening to get whatever we want," I mumbled. "If I have to grovel and beg Owen to talk, then I would."

We got dressed quickly, grabbing our coats. As we reached the front door, River and Angel appeared, blocking our path.

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