Chapter 134
Forensics teams and police detectives swarmed Robert Stewart’s estate. Press cameras and several media outlets had been shown up and started to set up camp in the streets. Neighbors peered out of windows and leaned over fences to get a glimpse of the body as it was removed from the house. Mayhem and chaos were alive and well.
Robert’s death was staged to look like a suicide. Cause of death was determined to be a gunshot wound to the head. Blood pooled from the wound and stained the dark, mahogany table. It dripped to the floor and settled into the plush white carpet. Photos of the study were taken. It captured the gruesome scene. There was more blood on the walls, consistent with the gunshot wound. Captain Whitlock took charge of the scene and did his best to make sure that no evidence was compromised.
“So, what do you think?” He asked one of the detectives.
“I can see why it would be a suicide. Essentially the whole damn world was hunting him,” she said. “When the heat got close, he couldn’t handle it. So, he took himself out.”
“But you don’t believe that.”
“No, I don’t. There’s no weapon. So, did he shoot himself, throw the gun away and then sat here to die? That makes no sense. There’s no note. No one heard a gunshot. This wasn’t a suicide. He was murdered. That means that he wasn’t at the top of the chain like we believed.”
“Fuck. I wanted this done. I wanted this wrapped up.”
“Me too,” the detective sighed. “But it looks like we just started pulling at the threads. This whole thing is going to unravel. And it isn’t going to be pretty.”
“What are you saying?”
“This city is in for a wild ride. Some crazy shit is going to go down. I feel bad for anyone involved.” She walked away to continue her sweep of the house.
Captain Whitlock wanted to punch a hole in the wall.
“This is some bullshit!” he yelled, startling a couple of the CSI techs nearby. He went into an empty room and called Alex. That was the only other person that could know what was going on.
“I’m just saying, you had people watching this house at all times. How did none of them see anything?”
“I don’t know. I ran hard surveillance. People were sending me reports by the hour. Everyone that walked in and out had been accounted for.”
“So, how did this happen?” Captain Whitlock growled. “How did someone slip in, murder a man who was the focus of a city wide man hunt, and then slip out without leaving a shred of evidence? Are you sure you can trust all your people?”
“Yes,” Alex paused. “But I’ll look into it. If there is a traitor, you’ll have him within the hour.”
“You need to know. Talk amongst the detectives is that Will did it.”
“You can’t be fucking serious,” Alex yelled. “There’s no way.”
“I’ll get him cleared. But just now that they’ll probably bring him in for questioning.”
“On what grounds? Tell them to take his statement in the hospital! I can’t watch him in the station.”
“He’ll be under my protection if it comes to that. But more than anything, I’m afraid this may go even deeper than we thought.”
“This started as a fraudulent construction contract and escalated to a double kidnapping by a businessman turned drug kingpin. How much fucking deeper could it get?”
“Someone killed Robert. So, clearly someone was pulling his strings. That’s how much deeper it goes.”
Alex was horrified. It was like they were stuck in some sort of never ending circle. He and the captain agreed to continue to work together behind the scenes. They needed to bring this to a close as soon as possible. They feared that none of them would be safe if they didn’t resolve this.
“We’re going to figure this out,” Alex said.
“What if this takes you to darker places?”
“Just because I haven’t gone to the places in while, doesn’t mean I don’t remember how. I’ll do what I need to do.”
“Put on that crown, Your Highness. I’m afraid Alex Rossi, the art gallery owner isn’t who we need. We need Prince Rossi, heir to the Underground,” Captain Whitlock lamented.
“Bow down.”
Alex hung up the phone, taking a deep breath. He hoped it wouldn’t come to this. But it seemed that there would be a chance that he would have to tap back into more unsavory parts of his past. He thought of his son, who he wanted to shield from those parts of his life. When he started a family, he thought he’d be done. He thought he was done a long time ago.
“This will be the last time,” he swore. “If it had to go there, Will is so going to owe me.”
He sighed. It was time. Time to tell Sabrina everything.
Back at the hospital, Spencer had found a room to sleep in. Or rather, try to sleep in. His thoughts raced, and his heart and soul felt broken. More than anything, he wanted to accept that Emma and Will would rekindle their relationship. He needed to move on. Part of hi had always known that Emma wouldn’t choose him. But he held out hope. And that was the problem. That glimmer of hope that lived inside that couldn’t be snuffed out.
… the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else… It wasn’t the first time he heard that logic. But he also didn’t want to jump into a relationship just to forget about someone. That wouldn’t be fair.
However, Jess did intrigue him. There was something about her directness that he liked. It was refreshing. Maybe he could get to know her. There had to be something else behind those thirsty, flirty comments. But he to admit to, he liked that too. Despite what everyone thought about him, he wasn’t always such a buttoned up gentleman. Maybe someone like Jess could help him find that rougher part of himself again. If anything, they would at least have a fun time.
He walked over to her room to find that Sabrina had gotten her polished up.
“Hey!” she greeted. “Come in!”
“Hi,” he said, suddenly feeling shy for some reason. “How are you feeling?”
“Good since my homegirl hooked me up,” she gestured to herself. “Better now that you came to see me,” she winked.
He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Jess didn’t imagine the bulge of his bicep when he did that. Mmm, she thought. She imagined those strong arms pinning against a wall.
“You’re looking at me like I’m something to eat,” he laughed.
“Because you look like snack.”
“Wow.” If he wore pearls, he’d be clutching them.
“Okay,” Jess sat up a little straighter. “In all seriousness, there really is something about you that I like. Besides how fine you are, of course. And I would like to get to know you.”
“Actually, that’s why I came over here.”
“Really?” Jess brightened up. “I didn’t scare you away?”
“I’m not going to lie, you almost did. But I’m more intrigued than scared.”
“Well,” Jess simpered. “I am very intriguing.”
They laughed. As the laughter subsided, they looked at each other and an undeniable spark came to life between them. Spencer started to feel good about this. For the first time in a long time, the stirrings of meeting someone new came without that feeling of dread. This is going to be good.
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