Disillusioned (Swept Away, #2)(54)
“He stated, and I quote, ‘Jeremiah Bradley had my parents killed and I want him to rot behind bars for his sins.’ Crazy right?”
“What happened?” My voice was faint with shock. That was not what I’d expected to hear.
“The charges were dropped. I don’t see any open investigation into what he said. It was like he never continued with it.”
“If he thought Jeremiah killed his parents, why would he work for him? Why would he become like a son to him?” I shook my head and looked at Jakob to see how he was reacting. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“It does.” Jakob nodded slowly, his brain working in overdrive as we sat there. “It makes perfect sense if he wasn’t really and legitimately interested in being close to the family.”
“What do you mean Jakob?” Blake asked curiously. “From all accounts, he’s been working at the Bradley Corporation for years. Maybe he got drunk one day and made the accusations and then sobered up and recanted.”
“Or maybe he realized that the police didn’t believe him and the courts weren’t the way to get justice.” Jakob looked thoughtful. “Maybe he’s been playing my family all these years. Maybe he’s just been waiting on the perfect time to exact his revenge.”
“That would explain the hatred he seemed to have for you on the island,” I added. “I think that’s why I was so shocked to find out he was working for you. There seemed to be no friendliness from him to you at all.”
“We were never the best of friends.” Jakob made a face. “But I trusted him. I thought he was loyal.”
“So you guys think he’s been rogue from the beginning?” Blake sounded excited.
“Yes,” Jakob said tightly. “I think he must have been.”
“So then we need to get to the bottom of his story,” Blake continued. “We need to find out why he thought his parents were murdered by Mr. Bradley, why he turned rogue on the island, what he hoped to accomplish, and we need to know what happened at the picnic.”
“The picnic? Do you think that’s important?” Jakob sounded annoyed. “Don’t we have the information we need from that? We know what’s in the police report?”
“We know that he had a complaint at the station. We don’t know why he got angry in the first place. And we don’t know if his anger is also aimed at Bianca.”
“Me? Why would he be angry at me?”
“Well, he was close to your dad. . . .”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, if he was faking it with the Bradleys, he might have been faking it with your dad as well.”
“I guess.”
“And there’s one other thing that struck me. . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Remember how you said the lawyer told you that you had a sibling?”
“Yeah?”
“What if that sibling is Steve?” Blake rushed out. “I know it’s a long shot, but with the information we have available, it could be highly possible.”
“You think Steve is my brother?” My heart slowed and the blood drained from my face. “No, he can’t be.”
“And there’s one last thing,” Blake continued. “I don’t know if it’s important or not.”
“What’s that?”
“So that third guy that started the company? Maxwell?”
“Yeah?”
“He just disappeared around the same time that Larry Renee started working as the company attorney. And Larry’s the attorney who was responsible for cleaning up the Steve mess.”
“So you think there’s something between Steve and Larry?”
“It would make sense, right? Maybe Larry is the mastermind behind all of this,” Blake spurted out. “Maybe Larry is the one that set this whole thing up. Maybe he’s the mastermind, the Hitler or the Stalin, in the operation.”
“But Larry is in hiding.” I paused. “Or maybe not. Maybe Larry is pretending he’s in hiding.”
“So we think Steve and Larry could be hiding out together?” Jakob rubbed his forehead. “And if that’s correct, why would Larry care to put this whole thing together?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out.” Blake’s voice dropped. “I need you guys to go through all the papers Larry gave you once again. Look for anything that can be helpful, and then we’re going to try and find Larry. I think once we find Larry, we find Steve. And when we find both of them, we can figure out what’s going on.”
“How are we going to figure that out? Do you think they’re just going to tell us?” I asked in disbelief.
“Maybe with a little help from my friend.” Jakob gave me a tight smile.
“Your friend?”
“My Taurus 709 Slim nine-millimeter.” Jakob cocked his head. “I find a gun to the head usually gets people talking fast.”
“I could lie here with you all day.” Jakob nuzzled my neck as we spooned on the couch after getting off the phone. I felt his arms tight around my waist as he cuddled me to him.
“So could I,” I said happily, as his fingers brushed across my breasts.
“But we need to concentrate now.” He pulled away from me and sat up. “It’s time to figure out what’s going on. Your friend Blake gave us some great information. We need to look through the papers Larry gave you from your dad.”