Page 39 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“This is everything I could find,” he answered. “There was an accident that killed everyone in the car. Layla Cambridge was the only one that pulled through. She was in bad shape. There are a few things that don’t add up. The body of the mother supposedly burned to ashes.”

Both Daniel and I snapped our heads to meet the investigator’s eyes.

“Burned to ashes?” I inquired. “But then, none of the bodies would have been found. Or at the minimum, there would have been no survivors.”

The chances of only one body burning to nothing, while the other two had no burned injuries was impossible. Looking at the hospital report, the boy in the car broke his neck from the fall and was not wearing a seatbelt. The assumption was that the boy and Layla did not wear seatbelts and ended up thrown out of the car. It was the only explanation how those two made it outside of the car. It was the only reason she survived.

I read through the injury report. Fractured ribs, punctured lungs, broken arm, brain damage. Fuck, I had no idea how she survived, but thank God she did. She was in a wheelchair for a while during her recovery.

“Yes, there are more than a few items that don’t add up,” he agreed. “There is also no mention of who drove.”

“What else?” Daniel prompted.

I had an inkling where it was going. That little detail seemed odd to me too.

“There wasn’t a close relationship between the child, her mother, and the Cambridge family. They paid for her education but that was pretty much it. The mother and girl lived on the borderline of poverty. The mother had a substance problem too. The grandparents had once a month visitation.” He frowned at the odd deal. The whole thing with the Cambridges was odd. “Absolutely no interest in any of the matters concerning their grandkid. Then a month before the accident, they put a life insurance policy on their granddaughter. A thirty-million-pound life insurance policy.“

“They planned to kill her,” I muttered. There was no other explanation. “They also put a life insurance policy on her mother.”

He nodded. “Thirty million on the mother too. Her grandparents were paid out a month after the accident.”

“This is some fucking shit.” Daniel scanned through the papers, shaking his head. “Some serious shit.”

Rage hit me at such cold, calculating grandparents. There was no doubt in my mind that the Cambridge bastard had intended to kill Layla and her mother. I wanted to go after them and destroy them. Actually, fuck that. I wanted to kill them both, slowly and painfully. They dared to fuck with my family and my woman.

I was startled by that thought. I considered Layla my family, my woman. I hadn’t even touched her and my possessive streak was in overdrive. What the fuck would happen when I did have her?

When, not if!

“So Layla is not part of their scam in the foundation?” Daniel asked to confirm.

“No, I don’t think so. Their relationship is strenuous at best,” he responded. “They wouldn’t trust her with something like that.” He let the words sink in. “I also believe there is a cover up in the police and hospital reports,” he continued on.

“Go on.”

“The day after the accident, there was a payment made by Henry Cambridge to a doctor and a police officer. Five hundred thousand pounds each.”

“What were they covering up?” I inquired.

“I don’t know. The doctor died during his service,” he explained. “The police officer was shot while on duty three years ago.”

Did Layla know about the bribes? Did she know what they were covering up? I glanced through the words that described a sixteen-year old's injuries. She barely pulled through. Jesus.

Daniel’s guy cleared his throat. “There is something else too.”

God, I wished he’d just spit it all out fast. My eyes roamed the report and didn’t see anything else.

“This is not in the report,” he continued. “Layla Cambridge’s mother is not dead.”

“What? But you said-” I couldn’t wrap my head around all this cluster and secrets.

“That’s the official story and reports by the police department,” he claimed. “Her mother is alive and well, living in Southern France. Under a different name.”

“That bitch,” I gritted. She left her daughter to the wolves while she was living it up.

“And here I thought my family was out to get me,” Daniel joked but there was no humor in his voice. There was nothing funny about this at all.

“You did an excellent job, Peter,” I commended the investigator. “As always you were thorough and detailed.” I met Daniel’s eyes, which were as pissed off as mine. “Now, we make them pay.”

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