Page 7 of The Last Morgan
One afternoon, Carter arrived with a different look in his eyes.
“Lucy, sit with me,” he said, his voice low. “I’ve got something for you.”
From a worn leather bag, he pulled out a folder, and a stack of sound recordings.
Her heart pounded.
“This is everything from your family’s case,” Carter said. “I took it from evidence lockup. I know it’s not a normal birthday gift, but—”
She cut him off with a hug.
“Happy birthday, Lucy,” he said quietly.
She pulled back. “These aren’t happy tears,” she said. “They’re from knowing I’m finally going to find the bastards who did this — and knowing that I will finally make them pay.”
Carter looked away, sticking his fingers in his ears like a child. He was a captain now — officially, he couldn’t support revenge.
But they both knew what this meant.
Then came the bigger reveal.
“You’re the heiress to a trillion-dollar corporation,” he said. “Now that you’re twenty-one, it’s all yours including your old home.”
He paused.
“Your aunt and uncle have been ‘managing it’ for you,” he added, flipping through the folder. “Now, it’s time you took it back.”
Lucy didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch.
Carter wasted no time. He summoned the rest of the Oxleys into the main room.
“This is the file,” he said, dropping it on the table. “Let’s see if anything’s been missed.”
Until now, Lucy had always been on the sidelines. Watching.
Not today.
Today, she was the reason they were all here.
What looked like an ordinary living room transformed in seconds. The wall shifted into a tactical board. Windows dimmed to one-way mirrors. Screens lit up, playing raw footage of suspects. Audio flickered to life — whispers, threats, fragments.
Everyone moved with purpose — photos pinned, timelines marked, names scrutinised.
Lucy joined them.
They combed through every angle. But whoever had killed the Morgans had done it well. Still… no plan is perfect.
And where there are cracks, there are answers.
To find them, she’d have to go back — not just physically, but fully. Into the life she’d been forced to leave behind.
This wasn’t about grief anymore.
This was about finding the truth..
Chapter 6
The packing began. Her heart should have been pounding, her hands trembling with nerves — but instead, Lucy felt strangely calm. There was no fear.
