Manuel's POV I could see the shock on Jill's face when she heard me, her face paled.She took a step back, went to her fridge, and brought out a glass of wine. She poured herself a glass and finished it in one gulp.“I don't know what to say anymore,” she began.I just sat there, still and unmoving, covering my face with my hands, I just wanted to disappear into a hole.“What did you get from her? I'm assuming you got something relevant for your case,” she asked, her voice dead.“I… Well” I tried to talk, but the words wouldn't come out. Her eyes were squinted, her jaw clenched. I knew she was angry.I didn't know what to say, if I learned anything from today, it's that I'm responsible for everything that happens now, I need to take responsibility.Jill just sat there, staring into space, she couldn't even look at me. We sat there for a while in silence, Jill's hands folded on top of her chest and my hands stretched out on the table. She finally decided to say something.“If anyon

Present.Daniel lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips, he downed it all in one go.He thought of his night with Jeanine and tried to remember what happened, but nothing came to mind. Each time he closed his eyes, he could hear Jeanine's moans in his ears, it made him sick.After Jeanine had blackmailed him with their sex tape, he had decided to play it cool till he had something to hold over her, or better still, till he got rid of her.He found himself thinking of Cassidy most days, her in the kitchen, in the pool, around their house, or in their bed. He missed her presence. He missed his wife.After his police interview, Daniel couldn't leave the house, he stayed up cooked up in his man cave, filling the void in his soul with alcohol.He thought about what led to his marriage crumbling, it wasn't the fact she had a boy toy outside their marriage, he knew, he had no problem with that.It was the secrets he kept that destroyed his marriage, the secrets he thought he kept well, Cass

I rode up in the elevator and marched to my office. As I did, I replayed the entire conversation I had with Kai in my head to know if I missed anything or if there was a hidden message.Could I trust him? Do the police consider him a suspect? Has he been questioned? “Sarah, where are the files on Manuel’s case I asked for?” I asked, taking a seat at my desk.“It's right here ma'am,” she answered, handing me the folders. She stood there, waiting for something. I looked at her through my lashes before I asked her.“Is there a problem Sarah?”She cleared her throat,“Nothing ma’am, I was just wondering who it was you were talking to in the parking lot earlier.”“It’s no one important, just someone I thought would help the case, I was wrong.”“If that's all, you should get back to work.” she turns to leave but I call her back.“Trail is so close now I need you on high alert, you'll hold down the fort here when I'm not around and you'll be with me at court if I need you, I trust you can

Jills POVI look at the piece of paper Kai gave me and look through the windshield of my car, to confirm the address. It's a high-rise building, not the luxury apartments you'd expect Cassidy to live in.If I had a secret apartment, I'd go to a play that no one would expect. Somewhere like here.I get out of my car and the first thing that greets me is an awful smell; of trash about months old, I scrunch my nose in disgust.I go into the building and lock my car twice. Going back to make sure it's locked. It's not exactly a safe neighborhood. I can't stay long.On entering the apartment, there is a man at what seems to be a reception. I walked up to him.“Excuse me, sir, how do I get up to apartment 36?”His gaze shifts from the newspaper in his hands to my face. Without sparing me a second glance, he tells me it's on the fourth floor.I make my way to the elevator and I hear him laugh.“Out of order princesses, the stairs are that way,” he says, pointing in the opposite direction.

Jills POV I took the box, the phone, the letter and went to my house. I hadn’t left the house ever since.I usually stayed home the day before any trial, that explains why my phone hasn’t been ringing since then. But why was I still on edge, every time I heard a noise, all the hairs on my body stood on their ends.I felt a sense of dread, could feel the impending danger, I was apprehensive.I sat in my study waiting for the phone to come back to life, I held the letter in my hands, still unopened. The box contained 8 million dollars, why did someone need so much cash, was it to pay someone off? Or maybe to run away?Did Cassidy try to run away? Was she killed before she was able to flee?How did Kai even know about this apartment? This case is so much deeper than I imagined. I thought it’d be a slam dunk, but I can’t even say who wanted her dead. This woman was something, or she knew something, something bad.That’s the only reason why someone would target an interior designer li