Page 31 of Cause of Action

“That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m here because I found something.”

“What did you find?” I turned and looked at her.

She pulled her phone from her purse and handed it to me.

“The manager at Tiffany pulled the receipt for the necklace with Gregory’s name on it. The same necklace that was found on Grace.”

“Okay. So, we established that he had purchased the necklace. It doesn’t mean he murdered her. Maybe he really loved her and wanted to give her something nice for her birthday.”

“True.” She held up her finger. “But what about his car, parked across the street from the restaurant that night?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I pulled up the traffic footage.”

“How do you know it was his car? Is there a clear view of him sitting in it?”

“No. But I got his license plate number when he pulled away after Theo got in his car and drove off.”

“Why wasn’t any of this presented in court?” I frowned.

“The cops weren’t interested in looking for anyone else because of the evidence they discovered against Theo. The fight, Grace’s DNA under his fingernails, and his past anger issues were enough for them to believe he was guilty. But this is the real question. Why didn’t his fancy family lawyer discover any of this? It doesn’t seem like he worked hard enough to prove his client was innocent.”

I took down two plates from the cabinet. After draining the pasta, I scooped some onto the plates and covered it with sauce and meatballs, taking both plates to the table.

“Have a seat.” I gestured. “First thing Monday morning, I’ll have Olivia file a motion for a new trial. But we need more evidence.”

“I’ll find it,” she said.

“I have no doubt you will.” I smiled.

“Your house is nice, Mr. Hamilton.”

“Thanks. After we eat, I’ll take you on a tour. My address isn’t listed publicly. Do I dare ask how you found where I live?”

“It’s probably best you don’t.” A smirk crossed her lips.

“That’s what I thought.” I sighed.

After eating, we cleaned the kitchen and took our drinks to the patio.

“It’s really beautiful out here. But it should be for seven million dollars,” she said, tipping her glass to her lips.

“How did you—did you investigate me?”

“You bet I did. I need to know the man I’m working for.”

“Then all you had to do was ask,” I said.

She let out a cute laugh. “I’m pretty confident you wouldn’t have told me. You seem like a very private man.”

“I am, but I would have told you with the right incentive.”

“You mean sex?” She glanced at me.

“Your words, not mine.” I winked.

“Is that all you ever think about?”

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