Page 72 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“Miss Daniels, there is a detective and a police officer here to see you,” Saskia said.

I’d met her assistant on the way in here. She hadn’t wanted to let me in the office, but when I told her, Avery was my wife, she soon changed her tune.

“Oh… Um… send them in,” Avery replied.

She lifted her hand off the button and turned to look at me. This couldn’t be anything good.

“What the hell are the police doing here?”

“Fuck knows.”

There was a knock at the door. Avery walked over and opened it. Standing there was the detective and a police officer. Detective Reynolds. I recognised her from when she questioned me.

Shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.

“Good morning, Miss Daniels,” the detective said. “My name is Detective Reynolds. I have a few things we need to speak to you about.”

“Oh, right,” Avery said.

Reynolds gave her a sympathetic look.

“It’s okay, Miss Daniels, it’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Avery looked back at me, eyes wide with concern. I took a step towards her. I had a sick feeling this was about Tristan and Frazier. She turned back to the detective.

“I’m not Miss Daniels.”

Reynolds frowned.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s Mrs Lockhart now. I just want you to have your facts straight. This is my husband.”

Reynolds looked past her and her eyes landed on me. They narrowed.

“Mr Lockhart,” she said.

I walked towards them, coming to a halt next to Avery.

“Hello, Detective Reynolds, it’s nice to see you again.”

It wasn’t, but she didn’t need to know that.

“I think you have some explaining to do considering last time we spoke, you claimed to have never met Miss Daniels.”

I gave her a smile. This wasn’t going to end well. I’d just have to spin her another story. I could manage that.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Avery asked, pulling Reynold’s attention back to her.

“It’s regarding your parents’ case.”

We both stepped back to allow them in. Avery led them over to the sofas in the corner of her office. She sat down in one of them and tugged my hand. I took a seat next to her whilst Reynolds sat on the sofa to our right. The officer remained standing.

“Mis… Mrs Lockhart, this is a conversation we should be having in private.”

She eyed me warily.

“Aiden is my husband and he’s not leaving.”

Reynolds looked put out momentarily before her expression cleared.

“As you wish. You’re aware it’s been over six months since the death of your parents,” Reynolds said as she eyed me with no small amount of suspicion.

“Yes,” Avery replied.

“As their immediate next of kin, it is my duty to inform you we believe your parents’ murders are connected to the recent deaths of Frazier and Tristan Shaw.”

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