“My name is Morgan Ashley, and I work for The Hamilton Group. Roman Hamilton is the attorney for Theodore Williamson.”
“What do you mean? He’s been convicted for murdering my daughter.”
“I know, and we’re looking into the possibility that he didn’t do it. The heart necklace your daughter was wearing when they found her body was the one you had given her for her birthday, correct?”
“What necklace? I didn’t give her a necklace for her birthday. I can barely afford to take care of myself.”
This woman was undoubtedly the Mother of the Year.
“What about the money you inherited when your friend passed away?” I knew there wasn’t any money, but I needed her to confirm it.
“What money? What friend? Listen, lady. I’m busy and don’t have time for this nonsense. Don’t call me again.”
I looked at my phone, noting she had hung up on me. Rolling my eyes, I returned to the computer and looked up everything on Gregory Williamson.
“You were in some hefty debt, Mr. Williamson,” I said. “Let’s see if we can track down a purchase for a necklace from Tiffany for three thousand fifty-one dollars plus tax.”
After two hours of scouring his credit card statements, I found it.
“Got you. You bastard.” I smiled.
The office door opened, and Roman walked in. Instantly, the room filled with his scent.
“What’s that smile for? Still thinking about how excellent I fucked you last night?”
“Knock it off.” I pointed at him. “And stop talking like that.”
“Fine.” He sighed, pulling the chair out across from me and sitting down. “How did your visit with Theodore go?”
“It went great. He didn’t murder Grace Norway.”
“Okay. What proof did you find that nobody else could?”
I picked up the picture of Grace and slid it across the table.
“The necklace.”
“What about it?” His eyes narrowed.
“Theodore didn’t give it to her. She told him that her mother gave it to her for her birthday when her friend passed away, and she inherited a lot of money. Only Melinda Norway didn’t buy that necklace for her daughter.”
CHAPTER 11
Roman
“How do you know?”
“I called her. She had no idea what I was talking about and confirmed she didn’t buy her daughter a necklace.”
“I don’t understand, Morgan. If her mother or Theo didn’t buy her the necklace, who did, and why would she lie about it?”
“Her lover gave it to her.”
“And who is her lover?” My brow arched.
“Gregory Williamson—Theo’s brother.”
“Again, do you have proof?”