ADRIANSPOV Istoodinthecornerofthedimlylitroom,mybackpressedagainstthecoldwallasIwatchedtheprivateinvestigatorflipopenasmallnotepad.Hispenwaspoised,ready.tojotdowneverydetail.Iknewtheroutinewellfacts,observations,questions.Noneofthemwouldbringmymotherback.
Soyousaidwhenyouwalkedin,shewasalreadyholdingthegun?Hisvoicewascalmandprofessional,butIcouldsensetheundertoneofcuriosity.
Yes.Myresponsewasclipped,mythroattighteningasIsaidthewordsoutloud.Sayingthemmadeitreal.Iwasstilltryingtodigestthetruththatmymotherwasgone.ThatIwasalone.
Theinvestigatorsgazelingeredonmefor amomentbeforehescribbledsomethingdown.Thiswasclearlyanactofsuicide,hesaid .Butthemainissueisfindingoutwhoorwhatpushedhertothispoint.
Iswallowedhard,mymindreplayingthemomentshelastlookedatme.Hertear-streakedface,thewayherfingerstrembledastheygrippedthatphoto.Andthenherfinalwordswordsthatechoedinmymindlikeacurse.
Theytookeverythingfromus.
Ihadasked herwhotheywere,butsheneveransweredme.
Iclenchedmyfists,mynailsdiggingintomypalms.Who?Wasitsomeonefromherbusiness?Anoldenemy?Orsomeoneshehadtrusted? WhenIdidwalkinIsawherdroppingdownherphone,coulditbethattheywereinhercontact? AmsureIcanfindsomecluesinherphone.
Theinvestigatorsvoice snappedmeback.Didsheleavebehindanynotes?Sayanythingthatmightgiveusaclue? Ihesitated.ShouldItellhim?ShouldIhandovertheonlytwopiecesofinformation|hadhercrypticwordsandherphone? ButIalreadyknewwhatwouldhappenifIdid.Thepolicewouldfollowlegalprocedures,conductaninvestigation, andmaybeevenfindthepersonresponsible.Andthenwhat?Somewatered downpunishment?Acourtroombattlethatwoulddragonforyears?Aslaponthewrist?Theywerentdirectlyinvolvedinherdeathsotheymightevengetoffeasy.
No.Thatwasntenough.Whoeverdrovemymothertothispointdidntdeserveatrial.Theydeservedsomethingmuchworse.

Iforcedmyexpressiontoremain neutral.No,Isaidflatly.Shedidntsayanything.
179 CHAPTER027 Theinvestigatorexhaled,lookingdisappointed.Withnoleads,thismightbeharderthanIexpected,butwelldoeverythingwecantofindthetruth.He gavemeasympatheticlook,onethatIdidntwantorneed.MyteamandIwillbebacktomorrowtosearchforanyevidence,sopleasedont touchanythinginthisroom.
Inoddedonce,justenoughtomakehimthinkIwaslistening.
Takecareofyourself,Adrian.Andifyouneedanything,callme.Withthat,hewalked towardthedoorand left.
ThesecondIheardthedoorclickshut,Iturnedtowardmymothersnightstand.MyfingershoveredoverthephoneforamomentbeforeIgrabbedit.
Ipressedthepowerbutton,myhearthammering.
Nopassword.
Thatmeantshehadntbeenhidinganythingfromherself.Shehadwanted someone tofindthis.
Iwentstraighttohercallhistory.MyeyesnarrowedasIsawthesamenumberrepeatedoverandover81missedcalls.Shehadbeendesperatetoreachsomeone, yettheyhadignoredhereverytime.
Thenameattachedtothenumbermademystomachchurn.
SamGrayson.

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Grayson.Thatnamesoundedfamiliar.IknewIhadhearditsomewherebefore,but where? Imovedtohermessages,scrollingthroughthefloodoftextsshehadsenthim..Dozensofmessages.Pleasforhimtocallherback.Buthehadntresponded.Not evenonce.
Iscrolled uptotheveryfirstmessage.IfIwasgoingtounderstandwhathappened,Ineededtostartfromthebeginning.
Iwalkedovertothedoorandlockedit,makingsurenoonewouldinterruptme.Then,I satonthebedandbeganreading.
Martha:Thedinner waslovely,Mr.Grayson.BestregardstoMrs.Grayson.
Sam:Willdo,Mrs.Westwood.Ihope wecanmeet uptomorrowtoconcludethe business.
Martha:Certainly.Illgothroughthedocumentsyousentmeandgiveyoumyfeedbacktomorrow.
Documents.Thatmeant therewaspaperworkinvolvedinwhateverdealtheyhadmade.Ifthosedocumentswerestillinthisroom,theycouldholdthemissingpieces!needed.
Ikeptreading.
273 CHAPTER027 Martha:Goodday,Sam.Ijustfinishedreadingthedocument.Isnttheamountrequestedalittletoomuch? Sam:Comeon,Martha.Youknowhowthebusinessworldisyouneedmoneytomakemoney.Thisisgoingtobeahugeproject,andIknowwewillallreapgoodfruitsfromit.
Martha:Theproblemis,mycompanydoesnthavethatmuchfundstoinvestatthe moment.
Sam:Thenwhydontyoujusttalktoyourinvestors?Imsuretheycanhelpyououthere.Wecantaffordtomissthisopportunity.Tellthemiftheyinvestmore,theywill get200%ROI.

Martha:Really?Thatsamazing.
Sam:Yes,itis.Thatswhywecannotmissthis.
Martha:Alright,Illtalktothemandgetthefundsavailable.
Iclenchedmyjaw.Thiswasit.Thiswaswhereitstarted.Hehadconvincedhertogathermorefunds,pushinghertoputeverythingontheline.
Thenthemessageswentsilentforthreedays.
Andonthefourthday,mymotherhadsenthimanewmessage.
Martha:Goodnews,Sam.Thefundsareready.
Sam:Thatsamazing.Iknewyoucoulddoit.ThenextstepisyouregoingtoconvertthefundstoBTC,andIllsendyouanaddresstotransfereverythingthere.
Istoppedreading.
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