“The remitter was Rita.”
The answer covered Liam’s face with a layer of frozen ice. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. We even found the surveillance tape of Rita remitting at the bank.”
“Send me the video.”
“Yes.”
He hung up, is face livid.
The remitter was Rita?
That’s the last outcome he would expect.
With a plinking sound, a message popped up on his phone.
Liam put the car in neutral and clicked on the video.
When he’s done watching the clip, he looked so dreadful that as if he was going to kill someone.
He dialed a number. “Jacob, I’ll send you a video. I need you to find out whether it’s been edited. Hit me back in ten minutes and tell me the result.”
“No. don’t hang up, I want to know immediately.”
“Yeah… alright.”
Jacob was still drinking, the sudden call and Liam’s cold voice gave him a pause. Then he put down his wine hurriedly and dashed upstairs to the third floor of the bar.
It was one of Jacob’s stomping grounds.
He turned on the computer and start authenticating the video.
About ten minutes later.
“Liam, the video is original.”
Jacob’s voice rang again on Liam’s phone. Liam wrinkled his brows. “Are you sure?”
“Affirmative.”
Liam’s voice died off, but still, Jacob could feel his coldness through the phone.
His mouth a tight line, Jacob gave one more glance at the video playing on loop.
He took a deep breath and broke the silence. “Liam. If Rita told you to probe into what happened that year, she wouldn’t leave such solid evidence. She’s not that dumb.”
He used to hate Rita.
But what they’re talking about now was a matter of life. Jacob was aware of the magnitude of it.
Liam squinted as he watched the video. “Indeed. Nobody would be that dumb. Things are getting really weird.”
“For so long, all we have found are evidence to seal Rita’s sin.”
“Way too much evidence. To much that it makes it impossible to doubt Rita’s sin.” Liam frowned. “But now all these evidences make me incredulous.”
He trusted Rita more now.
He started to believe that somebody set Rita up, that Rita was innocent.
“Now we’re back to square one, what do we do now? “
Liam took a puff of cigarette. Remembering his conversation with Rita the other day, he said. “Look into Charlotte and Isabella’s intercourse.”
Charlotte?
What did Charlotte have to do with this?
Jacob was confused. But since Liam asked, he’s going to do it. “I see. Will do.”
Putting down his phone, Liam took more puffs, feelings stirring in him.
If somebody was behind this, who would it be?
What’s his purpose to set Rita up and drag Liam down with her?
It looked somebody was going after Rita.
Though they hadn’t found out who the real culprit was, Liam had an awakening—Rita was probably innocent.
She had nothing to do with Joey’s death.
Staring off outside the window, Liam smiled.
When he realized he was happy, he was shock.
Suddenly, Jacob’s word reverberated in his brain. Liam, you’re in love with Rita.
***
Liam drove back home.
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