Page 90 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘Yes, I just need to know what address she will be going to.’

I pulled away, wiping my eyes. ‘I want to go home to the Cape, I have a house there. It’s where my husband lives,’ I said, inwardly smiling when I said husband.

I was fitted with a band and then told the rules, which essentially said I was on house arrest, anything that required me to leave the house, such as meetings with my lawyers or medial appointments needed to be approved. I would be receiving random check-ups and would need to meet with the DA when requested. I agreed to all the stipulations and was then free to leave. I was told they would be contacting the Cape Cod Police Department, who would be checking in on me later that evening.

Drew and my family were waiting for me when I was released. The detectives and the DA went over everything with them too, and we were informed the media had already been convening outside the building and also at my parents’ townhouse.

It was a relief to know I would be heading to the Cape; it was unlikely that they knew about that house.

‘Breton has already added security for you at the house., They will be there in a vehicle at the end of the driveway by the time you get there,’ my father told me. ‘Your mother and I will drive down tomorrow.’

‘Where is Breton now?’ I asked.

‘He’s still going over the information with some of the detectives and some IT people,’ Drew told me, wrapping his arms around me.

‘Is his being released?’

‘He’s already been questioned and released; he’s just going over his map with them, to ensure they do not miss anything,’ my father told me, and I nodded. That was Breton, not wanting a misunderstanding to implicate us.

‘So he’s not in trouble?’

‘I think they realized he’s too valuable to be in trouble.’

I nodded, knowing that Breton likely had dirt on a few high-ranking officials involved.

I turned to Drew. ‘Can we go home?’

He smiled down at me. ‘I want nothing more.’

I hugged him. ‘Nothing?’ I whispered slyly in his ear.

‘Cupcake, you will be asleep before we hit the highway.’

I yawned, knowing he wasn’t wrong.

CHAPTER 31

MATT

So much for my grand fucking gesture. I bet I was the only schmuck who’s landed his sorry ass in jail by trying to be romantic and winning a girl over.

I had agreed with my siblings to give up five years to their cause. I thought my time would be spent married to Jessa, not behind bars. The plan seemed flawless. I couldn’t figure out where it went wrong, and I haven't been able to talk to my siblings for the past two years outside the messages relayed by my shitty lawyer. Since the morning the detective showed up at the condo, I’d been watched.

Taking a piss.

Having a shit.

Showering.

Fuck, I couldn’t even masturbate without my cellmates getting off too.

Prison wasn’t for me. I doubted it was for anyone, but it especially wasn’t for me. Two years I’d been behind bars. Two years I’d been racking my mind over what the fuck happened that night.

I was being set up, I had always known that much, and my siblings thought so too. But there was no way Jessa could have known about the yacht, it was a surprise. All I told her was I was taking her away for two nights. The police did a thorough investigation, all the information and evidence collected, my lawyer had access to. Jessa clearly hadn’t taken anything off the boat with her, nor from her home as her passport remained in her bedroom at the summer house; yet, my siblings didn’t find any of the fake ones in the condo—the ones I had made for her, or the ones for myself either.

My siblings were determined to get to the bottom of this. It was possible that someone was trying to retaliate and send us a message, however, we weren’t able to pinpoint anyone specific. We’d pissed people off in the past, but not to this extent. At least, not that we could remember. They hired a private investigator, and the only lead led them to Bermuda. Which made sense, as I had a Bermudian identity made for her. But after two weeks on the island, my sister, brother and the private investigator were no further ahead. The one lead they had did not match the description of Jessa.

It was clear someone had found out about the documents, as nothing else seemed to be stolen from my apartment. Someone had come to my house knowing they were there. Specifically, they had to have known about where I was keeping them hidden, which was worrying. I was either being monitored without my knowledge, or one of my siblings had been in on it.

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