Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 320

The man in charge glanced at the video of Brandon. “Sir, he said the child’s been taken care of.”

Brandon’s satisfaction was obvious. “Get rid of him.”

Now that the real Nicole was dead, he could finally rest easy. As long as this man was out of the picture, no one would ever discover that he’d murdered Nicole’s biological parents all those years ago.

As soon as the call ended, the ringleader sneered, reaching for a length of rope. He meant to string the lunatic up from the rafters and make it look like a suicide.

After all, who would care if a mental patient died? No one would even bat an eye.

He looped the rope around the rafter, and the man watched, wide-eyed, as the so-called madman was about to be hanged.

But at that critical moment, Sean Quinn arrived with backup, saving the man just in time.

Brandon’s henchmen didn’t stand a chance—Chester and the other officers quickly subdued them.

“Murder!” Chester barked, pinning one of the men to the floor.

“I was just worrying I didn’t have any concrete evidence against Brandon, and here you are, serving it up on a silver platter. So eager to tie up loose ends, aren’t you?” Sean Quinn smirked, giving the leader’s face a light slap before taking his phone. He unlocked it with facial recognition and scrolled through the messages.

Sure enough, there was contact with Brandon, but nothing that could be used as hard evidence. “Brandon sent you here to kill, didn’t he? Come on, out with it—what’s the real reason?”

The ringleader kept up the act. “It was my idea to get rid of this nutjob. He’s just a lunatic who crossed me.”

Sean Quinn looked at the man they’d just saved from being hanged. “If we hadn’t shown up, you’d be dead right now. Still not willing to talk?”

The guy on the floor abruptly started faking a seizure, thrashing and convulsing.

He’d never confess. Talking meant certain death. He’d already killed two people…

“Send him back to the psych ward, and take the rest into custody,” Chester said to Sean Quinn. “They won’t spill that easily. It’s hard enough to prove a decades-old case as it is—we’ll just have to find a way to make them talk.”

Sean Quinn nodded. “I’ll leave this one to you.”

He knew the madman would never admit the real Nicole was still alive. Otherwise, Brandon would make sure none of them lived to regret it.

Thankfully, Alicia was still safe, her identity undiscovered—for now.