Page 97 of Bliss with a Billionaire
At least Lydia could no longer harm them.
She wandered through the halls to her office, finding Alicia leaning against the jamb.
“Hey, Ally,” she said, her voice tired.
“There you are,” Alicia said. “I was getting worried.”
Julia slipped past her into her office and collapsed into her desk chair as she motioned for Alicia to take a seat.
“What’s wrong? Please don’t tell me you’re actually upset over that woman’s death.”
“I’m not,” Julia said with a shake of her head.
“But everyone else is. I guess I can get that. The kid lost her mom.”
“No, it’s not that. Sierra couldn’t care less about Lydia’s death, to be honest. Although after the police station visits–”
“Thewhat?!” Alicia asked, her voice shrill.
Julia closed her eyes. Too much had happened since her sister had left them behind the night before after learning about Lydia’s death. She slid her forehead into her hand, gathering the strength to explain.
“Well, this doesn’t look good,” Alicia said.
“Grant was arrested last night.”
“Again? Oh, no. Did he kill her?”
Julia’s eyes went wide as she stiffened. “No!”
Alicia leaned closer. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I know because I was at Lydia’s the night she diedafterGrant was.”
A mix of concern washed over her sister’s face. “Oh, Julia. You didn’t–”
“No,” Julia groaned as she rested her forehead against her fist. “I didn’t. And for a while we thought Sierra did, but she didn’t. It looks like someone was there after all of us.”
“Looks like? Is there security footage?”
“Yes, and no.”
“What does that mean?” Alicia asked.
“Alex removed any of the surveillance videos showing us there. But he also discovered that someone tampered with it before he did. They dubbed the footage with a blank hall.”
“So someone covered their tracks, which means this was a premeditated murder.”
Julia nodded, a silent response as she stared at the wood grain of her desk.
“Hey,” Alicia said, reaching out to take her sister’s hand. “What’s got you so upset? Are they still going after one of you for this? Because I’m happy to look into it, try to find some clues.”
“Thanks, Ally,” Julia said with a squeeze of her hand, “that would be great, actually. But it’s not that. I’m just…exhausted after…the other thing.”
“Other thing?”
Julia flicked her eyes to her sister. “Before the fire broke out, Lydia told me something…she said Sierra wasn’t Grant’s biological daughter.”
“Ohhhh,” Alicia said, her eyebrows flicking toward her hairline. “Well, I mean, there’s probably a good chance that she’s lying.”
