Chapter 92 She'll Know What to Do
On the morning of the memorial, I still haven't told him and I'm panicking about it. I've spent the last two days trying to get five minutes alone with him but it's been impossible. He's been so busy that I've barely seen him, except in passing and never long enough to have a conversation. I'm not even sure he's been eating and my usual morning coffees have suddenly stopped appearing.
If I was paranoid, I'd think I'd upset him but I know better than that. He's just rushed off his feet with work. If anything I should be the one getting his coffee under the circumstances, not to mention I'm also his assistant.
I'm on the tube, heading to my grandmother's house and I'm wondering if there's enough time for me to go and find him before the event. But I don't know where he is. I know he's working today. But he could be anywhere... At the company or the venue that grandma chose or even back at his apartment. He says he signed up to help with the planning for the memorial and it's kept him busy. I like him even more because he volunteered to help but on the downside it means he'll definitely be there and there's no way to avoid him seeing me up there on the stage with grandma.
I'm scrolling through my phone, thinking up my options when I receive an email. I don't recognise the sender and so I hesitate to open it. It's probably just spam or something. Not worth the effort of opening it. But the subject line catches my attention. 'Clancy's Comforts Killer.'
What I expect to read is some sort of joke, a company chain letter or something but what I find is far more sinister than that. I can barely breathe as I read it's contents.
Is this someone's idea of a sick joke? On the anniversary of my parents' death... I can't think straight. My thoughts are everywhere and I'm in complete shock as I reread it, trying to ascertain that I did in fact read it correctly the first time. There's no way... He wouldn't. I've known him my whole life. I refuse to believe that he'd...
There in black in white on the screen of the phone, some anonymous person is claiming that Martin killed my parents.
I stand to my feet instinctively, feeling a deep urge to get the hell of the train. I feel trapped, completely overwrought with emotions that don't make sense. Martin wouldn't do that... surely. He's been my grandma's assistant longer than I've been able to walk and talk. He's family... trusted...
I get off the tube a station too early, unable to stay in the enclosed space after reading that email.
Automatically, I go to call Noah. I want to hear his voice. I know that will put me at ease but then I'd have to explain everything and I really can't do that over the phone. Not that I have any other options at this point. My finger hovers over the call button but eventually I decide to speak to my grandma first.
She'll never believe this... More important that whether she believes it or not, we need to find out who sent it and we need to know if it's true.
I can barely believe it but I can't just ignore the email and pretend I didn't see it. The email said that he did it because my dad found out about his embezzlement but that doesn't make sense. Why would Martin send Noah that first email if he was the one responsible? Why would he help me get the accounts?
No. There's no way. Martin wouldn't... Would he?
Walking the rest of the way to my grandma's house, I try to calm my nerves. I can't let her see how distraught I am. Perhaps, I shouldn't mention it today at all? It's not like we can do anything about it today. And it's Martin... I can't go up to him and ask him outright about it. He'd feel betrayed...
But my dad... my mum...
I can't just ignore it. I have to do something.
My pace quickens as I get closer. Grandma will know what to do. She always does.
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