Page 30 of Cause of Action

“I have one of his credit card statements with the purchase on it.”

“That purchase could have been for anything.” I leaned back in my chair.

She stood from her chair and paced around the conference room.

“Right after Theodore was convicted, his father promoted his brother to V.P. of the family business—a position that wassupposed to go to Theo before he was convicted. I went to Gregory’s office and spoke to him.”

“Why? His alibi was solid. From what I could gather in the report, he was never a suspect.”

“Because I found it odd that he hasn’t been to see Theo since his conviction. He hasn’t visited him and won’t take his calls. I wanted to know why.”

“And?”

“He said he couldn’t face his brother after what he did, and he believes his testimony put the final nail in the coffin, which I found odd. Plus, his body language told me he was lying.”

“His body language?” Roman’s brows furrowed.

“Yes. His body language. He’s hiding something. Here’s my theory. He was the one fucking Theo’s girlfriend behind his back. She got pregnant, and he knew it would cause a family rift. The number one core belief of the Williamson Family is family values. It’s written all over the walls at the company. I can guarantee that Grace planned on keeping it, and he couldn’t have that. He needed to make sure nobody found out about their affair, so he killed her, set his brother up, and let him take the fall, knowing that the jury would find him guilty because of his past anger issues.”

“How did he set Theo up?” I asked.

“He must have seen them arguing that night outside of the restaurant.”

“You have no proof.”

“I’ll get the damn proof. Theodore Williamson didn’t murder Grace Norway.” She pointed at me and left the room.

“Hey. Why did Morgan just run out of here?” Julian asked, walking into the conference room.

“She may be onto something with the Williamson case.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.” I grinned.

Morgan disappeared for the rest of the day. I tried calling her several times, but she rejected each call. I had no idea where she ran off to or what she was doing.

When I arrived home at seven p.m., I changed out of my suit and into more comfortable clothes. Then, I poured myself a scotch and took it into the kitchen to prepare dinner. My housekeeper, Meg, had made some pasta sauce and meatballs earlier in the day and stored them in the refrigerator. I pulled them out, heated them on the stove, and boiled some water for the noodles.

There was a knock on my front door. Glancing at the security monitor in the kitchen, I saw Morgan standing on the porch.

What the hell? Why was I surprised she knew where I lived?

“You found me.” I smiled, opening the door.

“You knew I could.” She pushed past me. “What’s that smell.”

“Dinner. Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Follow me. The bar is over there if you want a drink.”

“Thanks. Don’t mind if I do.”

She walked into the kitchen with a glass of scotch as I poured the noodles into the boiling water.

“You’re here because you missed me.”

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