A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 217:

“Sorry, Dom,” Anthony said, his voice low. “I couldn’t recover the footage. Whoever did this… they knew what they were doing.”

Dominic let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not your fault, Anthony. But we’re not leaving here empty-handed. Alex and I will take a look around.”

Anthony nodded quickly, gesturing for us to follow him inside. “Of course. Whatever you need.”

The bar was eerily quiet, the air stale at such an early hour, heavy with the fumes of spilled alcohol. As I followed Anthony through the dimly lit hallways toward the room where Dominic had been taken, the room was smaller than I expected, with a bed shoved into one corner and a table with two chairs on the opposite side.

I went in, giving the room a careful look around. “This is where it happened?”

Anthony nodded. “Yes, I made sure no one tampered with anything after Dom was found here.”

The room looked undisturbed, but that’s what made me suspicious. I crouched down by the bed, checking under it to see if anything had fallen to the floor. Still nothing. Then I examined the edges of the table, searching for any signs of a scratch or disturbance.

Once again, nothing.

“It’s clean,” I muttered, rising and brushing the dirt off my hands. Anthony stood in the doorway, wringing his hands. “Whoever set this up… they were careful.”

I furrowed my brow, unsettled. It didn’t feel right; everything seemed too orchestrated.

Eliza was reckless, yes, but she was also cunning when it came to covering her tracks. “Where’s Dominic?”

I glanced over my shoulder.

Anthony jerked his thumb toward the hallway. “One of his guys just got here. He stepped out to talk to him.”

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I nodded, walking toward the door. Something was off with all of this. My gut kept telling me.

When Dominic came back into the room, he didn’t have to say much for me to sense the weight of his news.noveldrama

“Bad news,” he muttered, his voice tight.

I crossed my arms. “What now?”

“The waiter,” he started again, rubbing his temples. “The one who served me that night? He was found dead in his apartment. Apparently, he’s been dead for two days.”

Those words hit me hard, snapping me back to reality. Raina’s voice echoed in my mind, her fear of being watched, Nathan lurking in the shadows. I couldn’t shake the sticky feeling that maybe, just maybe, she was right.

“Two days?” I said, my brain racing. “Do we know how?”

Dominic shook his head. “Not yet. My men are looking into it.”

I leaned against the wall, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “What are the odds, Dominic? What are the odds that Eliza and Nathan are working together?”

Dominic shot me a sharp look. “Eliza and Nathan? No way. They don’t even know each other.”

“Don’t they?” I fired back. “Eliza’s been covering her tracks pretty slick, but this… this is just too damned coincidental.”

Dominic hissed under his breath, pacing the room. “If she’s in cahoots with him… God help me, Alex. I’ll kill her myself.”

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