Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“From the records Sully’s been digging through, everything was in your gran—her name. She greased enough palms before and after your grandfather died to make sure his legal will never surfaced and that she got everything. She controlled the purse strings when it came to just about everyone in your family, including your father. She was the one running your family’s businesses, not your father.”
“She had her very own marionette collection,” I murmured.
This time when JJ’s lips brushed against my temple, it was a true kiss. “One of those dolls was the police chief. Between him, the DA, and your public defender, they made sure there was enough falsified evidence against you to ensure those four convictions. The only flaw came when the officer who was supposed to log the so-called evidence fucked up the paperwork. Your attorney had the right to review all the evidence and receive all the records related to your arrest. Since he was in on the whole thing, he never filed a motion for discovery. He literally never looked at any of the evidence and everything he said in court was rehearsed. When Sully hired Asa Hutch to review your case, he found the technicality. The chief of police admitted that Patricia ordered him to falsify the evidence.”
“Jesus,” I muttered in disbelief. “She must have spent millions to keep her secrets.”
“Try tens of millions,” JJ responded. “Whoever she couldn’t buy off or tried to extort her for more money conveniently disappeared. Renly helped her keep her hands clean. He served in the British Army as…”
“A sniper,” I supplied.
“He was also ex-MI6, British Foreign Intelligence. He met her when she and your grandfather traveled to the UK to meet with potential investors for Ashby Capital Group. Their affair began while she was still married, and Renly pretty much became her lapdog.”
I sighed. “So chances are if she lied about everything, that means my grandfather wasn’t the cruel man she painted him to be,” I said with a shake of my head. “He was always nice to me, you know? We spent so much time at the cabin but there was always this cloud of sadness that seemed to hang over him. Just like my father was when I was so little. I thought those memories were just dreams.”
I considered how my father had ignored me or been cruel to me when I was a child. “She was trying to shove a wedge between the three of us. My grandfather, my father, and me. If she treated my father the same way she did me when I was growing up, he would have hated his father.” I scrubbed my face with my hands because I still couldn’t believe it was all true. “My grandfather protected his son as best he could, and my father protected me the only way he knew how.”
“They both loved you, Cass. I don’t need a file or report to tell me that,” JJ said.
I nodded. “Is there anything else?”
“The only other thing we managed to dig up was the police report your father filed. Just like you, your gran—she—got custody of Charlie when he was a couple of years old. Your father filed a missing persons report because she wouldn’t let him see Charlie. He was hoping it would ultimately force her to give Charlie back. The chief made it disappear, but Patricia had no idea how much of the file I’d seen and when she realized you and I were seeing each other, she—”
“She had Renly shoot you and cover it by killing the agent and the witnesses.”
“Sully thinks the cop who was on his way to relieve me, the one whose squad car got hit by the dump truck, was never supposed to arrive because Renly or whoever he hired to shoot me needed to be the one who relieved me.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. “They couldn’t have done all this alone.”
“It’s going to take a while to figure things out,” JJ admitted.
“All of it for what? Power? Financial and political power? What the hell did she need me, Dad, and Charlie for?”
“She needed the Ashby name. Without it, she was nobody,” he responded.
JJ rested his head on my shoulder. All the crap that had been roaring like a twister in my brain dissipated, though I knew it would be back. I wouldn’t store it all away, but I couldn’t expect to find one easy answer either. The one constant in my life that I’d never have to question was sitting right next to me.
“Mr. Ashby?”
We jumped to our feet. The doctor who’d called my name had on surgeon scrubs. I linked my fingers with JJ’s and closed my eyes for a moment so I could just hold on to him and nothing else.
He made me stronger.
He made me safer.
He made me better.