Page 72 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Beats me, but I know time is running out,” his face shows concern. “Maybe I should look into more people Brandon and Savannah knew that might have had a grudge against her.”

“Or someone Brandon knew but might have been jealous that he was engaged to Savannah.”

I see the wheels in his head turning, so I let him come to a conclusion before speaking.

“Alice!” Peter blurts out.

“What?” I ask him.

“The person Brandon cheated on her with? The best friend? You don’t know Alice?” Peter looks at me.

I shake my head. “Am I supposed to know her?”

“I guess? She and Savannah might have made up because I have run into her in this building, and she said she was going to see my sister,” Peter explains.

I consider the angle he is proposing. “Are you saying that Alice might be the person behind this?”

“I don’t know,” Peter says, his face unsure. “I think what she did to Savannah was terrible, but I am not sure she is a killer. We’ve met a couple of times, and she always comes off as a sweet and somewhat gullible person.”

“If anything, the bastard might have played her. That’s why she slept with him,” Peter adds.

I feel no sympathy for the woman he is speaking of after seeing what Savannah went through because of her. If anything, I want her to pay for hurting Savannah.

“When did they become friends again?” I ask.

Peter tries to recall. “Uhm, I think it happened sometime after my sister was arrested. I think it was days before you told me about everything.”

Everything in me immediately goes on alert at his words, and my eyes narrow suspiciously. I have a list of people I have my private investigators keeping an eye on, and I will add Alice to the list.

If she is or isn’t an accomplice, time will tell, but we don’t have much time.

“In the meantime,” I say to Peter, “say nothing to Savannah. I need to keep the fact that I have an incriminating video of her under wraps until I can get some answers.”

“An incriminating video??”

Peter and I turn in the direction of the high-pitched questioning voice, which turns out to be Savannah standing by the open door with her hands on her hips and her eyes wide like saucers.

Shit.

When did she get here? How did she get in without either of us noticing?

Peter and I exchange glances, silently communicating not to say anything to her.

“What video?” She asks, walking up to my desk.

“What are you talking about?” I ask acting aloof.

She rolls her eyes, not buying my play of ignorance. “I heard enough to know that you’re lying. There is an incriminating video of me, you said it. What is it? A sex tape?”

“Why would I keep a sex tape of you on my laptop?” I retort sharply.

I don’t realize that I’ve given out the information until she snatches the laptop off my desk, and Peter curses.

“The video is here, isn’t it?”

I exhale loudly, getting to my feet. “You don’t want to see it, Savannah.”

She shakes her head, tucking the laptop under her arm. “Yes, I do. It’s going to be the last straw, isn’t it? Someone is bound to present this at the trial, and then it’s off to prison I go.”

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