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My eyes immediately diverted to the open-heart diamond pendant around her neck. I glanced at Morgan.

“I’ll have Brendan drive you to the restaurant, and I’ll meet you there, baby. I have some business to attend to first. Apologize to our friends and tell them I won’t be long.”

“Okay.”

He kissed her lips, and she left the house.

“Which property were you interested in?” he asked.

“What a beautiful home you have,” Morgan said, walking around until she was behind him. Suddenly, she had him in a chokehold, and he fell to the ground.

“What the hell, Morgan?”

“Relax. I just put him to sleep. Help me get him up and over to that chair.”

“How the hell do you know how to do that?” I asked in shock.

“My father taught me. Now, come on. We have to get him tied up before he wakes up.”

“Are you crazy?” I asked. “I cannot believe I’m going along with this.” I helped her with Gregory.

She pulled some rope from her bag and tied his hands and legs to the chair. Checking her watch, she glanced at me.

“He should be waking up in a few minutes.”

“Do you do this kind of thing often?” My brow arched.

“No.” She smiled. “Only when it’s necessary. But you can’t be a part of this. I need you to go around the corner. I’ll tell him you left.”

“Good idea.”

Moans erupted from Gregory. He was waking up, so I left the living room and stood around the corner.

CHAPTER 22

Morgan

“What the fuck!” Gregory yelled, noticing he was tied to a chair. “Untie me!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Gregory. We’re going to play a game. I know how much you love to play games at that sex club you attend two nights a week.”

“How do you know about that?” he shouted. “Who the hell are you?”

“You already know who I am. I found out some pretty interesting things about you. Does your fiancée know about the sex club? Since she wasn’t with you the other night, I assume she doesn't.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!”

I pulled up the video I took on my phone and held it in front of his face.

“I do know what I’m talking about.” I smiled.

“Listen, I can give you anything you want. Just name it, and it’s yours. Money—you want money? Tell me how much.”

“I don’t want your money. I want the truth.”

“What truth!” he shouted.

“That you murdered Grace Norway and framed your brother.”

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