Page 134 of Smitten with the Single Dad

“This is incredible,” Vica said. “So we actually have a shot at winning this?”

Gabrielle nodded. “I think we do.”

“That reminds me,” Sergeant Fox said, “I found one of those two guys that you said came to the pub to commemorate a fallen friend, after Dom sent me the credit card information for him. I’ve done some digging, and with a little heavy-handed persuasion from somefriendsof mine, I think he might be willing to rat out Track. The guy’s got a few drug charges he’d like to see disappear, as well as a mistress and no prenup with his wife.”

Dom, Wyatt, Bennett, and Burke all smiled at each other around the room.

“Thoughts and prayers for the poor guy,” Wyatt said with a snort.

Sergeant Fox snorted too. “All right, I’ll touch base with all of you in a few days. But I’m glad everyone is safe and okay.” He went quiet. “Well, almost everyone. I’ll reach out to Bruce and Jacobs and see if they want me to contact Ginny’s next of kin.”

They said their goodbyes to Sergeant Fox then disconnected the call.

Silence thudded annoyingly around the room as they all reflected on the events of the morning. Just because the mole and the dirty cops had been dealt with, didn’t mean the threat of Wyndham Croft had been eliminated. They weren’t safe. They were just safefor now.

If anything, now that Wyndham didn’t have his local thugs to take care ofbusiness for him, he might resort to more skilled professionals to get the job done quicker.

Wyatt’s arm tightened around Vica. She glanced up at him and he kissed her forehead.

He cleared his throat. “Do we need to go on lockdown until Wyndham has been neutralized?”

Dom, Bennett and Burke all met his gaze. He didn’t have to say a damn word for them to read his mind and know exactly what he was thinking.

Maybe they all just needed to catch the ferry and take care of Wyndham themselves. Get the job done once and for all. Wyatt was a scout sniper. He could sit, unmoving, on top of a building for days until the right shot presented itself. And after the mayhem Wyndham Croft had let loose on Wyatt’s island, against those he card about, he would not miss the shot.

“We definitely can’t let our guard down just yet,” Bennett finally said.

Gabrielle nodded. “Things are coming together. We have witnesses who are willing to testify. And if Jenkins and Fischer know what’s good for them, they’ll plead guilty and turn on Croft. I say we remain vigilant, keep our heads swiveling, and continue being cautious. But also hopeful.”

“So, we’re doing this?” Wyatt said. “We’re taking down Wyndham Croft?”

Everyone nodded.

“Ginny died because of him. His own son died because of him. If he hadn’t continuously bailed Track out and set such a terrible example for his son, maybe Track wouldn’t have been the monster that he was. Wyndham Croft deserves what’s coming to him.” Gabrielle locked eyes with everyone in the room, one by one. “And I think we’re just the crew to deliver it.”

One week later …

When Gabrielle Campbell set her mind to something, there was nothing stopping her. She put together an entire team of female lawyers who went for Wyndham Croft’s jugular. Not five days after Fischer, Jenkins and Nadine were arrested, Wyndham Croft was arrested on the golf course of his country club on the twelfth hole, and was being charged with murder for hire charges, sexual assault, and rape. As well as at least seven other felonies—including conspiracy to commit murder, racketeering, embezzlement, and fraud—that Gabrielle and her wonder team managed to dig up and pin on him. The man was going to be going away for a very long time.

But she wasn’t stopping there. She planned to go after Track’s brothers too. She had lawyers in the states where they lived looking into things, since Daddy was no longer available and able to bail them out.

The threat had officially been neutralized. They could all breathe easy and sleep with both eyes closed.

It was Sunday, and the pub was closed to the public for a memorial service for Ginny. Islanders were, of course, welcome, along with her friends and family. Wyatt and Dom catered the whole thing, and the McEvoys covered the cost of everything.

Vica didn’t have anything appropriate in black or gray to wear. So now that she was safe, she went with Brooke and Justine to the Town Center Grocery Store for the very first time since arriving on the island nearly a month ago. She headed to their small clothing section to find something for the memorial.

“You look nice,” Wyatt said as she made her way down the stairs back at thehouse. She wore the simple black shift dress she found on the clearance rack. “I know you’re probably still getting used to it, but I really do like your hair.”

That instantly made her fiddle with it.

He met her at the bottom of the stairs and took her chin between his thumb and finger. “I know we’re headed to a funeral of sorts, but you seem off. What’s wrong?”

Where to start?

Swallowing, she lifted up the new phone that had arrived two days before, and she was still loading it with what she’d been able to recover from the cloud. “I got an email from an engineering firm in San Francisco. They’ve offered me a job.”

His eyes lit up with excitement. “That’s amazing. See? When one door closes, another one, or a window, opens. Only, the fog is definitely going to roll in through the window. San Francisco is very foggy.” He was all smiles and joy for her. So how could she be anything but happy as well?

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