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“And his father is lying.” I pointed at him. “He’s covering for him. I’m positive that house has cameras. Did you check the footage of Mr. Williamson entering and leaving the home?”

“No. He wasn’t a suspect. Why would we think he was? Witnesses outside the restaurant saw Theodore grab Grace’s arms in a rage while arguing. After she refused to get inside the car, Theo took off, circled back around, followed herdown the street, climbed out of his car, forced her inside, took her to the park, strangled her, and left.”

“I agree, but it wasn’t Theo who did it. It was his brother. He was the one who followed Grace after Theo left. He pulled up, she saw it was him, climbed into the car, and then he killed her.”

“The text messages we found on her phone were from a guy named Travis.”

“Did you trace the phone number of this Travis guy?”

“Of course we did. It turned out to be a burner phone. We tried to locate the guy but couldn’t, and nobody knew a thing about him, not even her friends or co-workers. We did locate the store from which it was purchased, but the person paid cash.”

“That’s because their affair was a secret. She couldn’t let Theo find out, but everything changed when she got pregnant with Gregory’s baby.”

“A paternity test was done on the fetus, but there wasn’t a match. Gregory shares a significant amount of DNA as his brother. Something would have turned up.”

“You don’t know?” I said, cocking my head.

“Know what?”

“Theodore was adopted. He and Gregory don’t share the same DNA. His mother was told she could never have children. A week after they brought Theodore home, she found out she was pregnant.”

“That was never mentioned during the investigation,” he said.

I reached inside my purse, took some cash out, and threw it on the table.

“Your lunch is on me. Thank you, detective.”

“Wait a second. Where are you going?”

“I need to pay a visit to someone.” I smiled.

CHAPTER 14

Morgan

The driver pulled up to the home of Victor Williamson, Theo and Gregory’s father. After ringing the doorbell, the door opened, and an older woman stood there wearing a maid’s uniform.

“May I help you?”

“Hi. I’m Morgan Ashley, and I need to speak with Mr. Williamson. Is he home?”

“He and his wife are having lunch on the patio. Come in and wait here,” she said.

Stepping inside, my eyes scanned the elegant, large home.

“Miss Ashley, I’m Victor Williamson. Who are you, and what is this about?”

“I’m a private investigator and need to speak to you about Theodore.”

“I don’t understand. Theodore is in prison for murder.”

“I’m aware. Roman Hamilton of The Hamilton Group is representing him. There’s been some new evidence discovered that suggests your son may be innocent.”

“Excuse me?” His brows furrowed. “Let’s go into the living room.”

I followed him and sat down while he poured himself a scotch.

“May I get you a drink?”

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