Chapter 237


    “I think it is Agnes,” said J coolly.


    Telling Clemente seemed like a reckless move since he was on Agnes’s side right now and was


    very loyal to her..


    But J had thought this through already.


    First of all, she needed an errand boy.


    This was the Lycan’s kingdom. She needed someone from the inside to conduct her investigation.


    Clemente was a general, a very capable soldier. He was the perfect choice.


    Second, Clemente was only loyal to Agnes because of his brother Keavy.


    When he found out that Agnes had something to do with Keavy’s death, that loyalty would be gone


    by then.


    Telling Clemente was a gamble.


    But a worthy one.


    “…Agnes?”


    Clemente repeated in a strange tone as though there was a stone stuck in his throat.


    “Agnes?!…No. No, J, you are crazy! She is my brother’s mate! They were a perfect couple.


    Everybody knew that! Do you know how devastated Agnes was when she lost my brother?!”


    “I didn’t. All I know is that sadness can be faked. And Agnes is a very good actress,” said J


    icily.


    Clemente red at her, “You are only saying this because you hold a grudge against Agnes!


    Because she tried to kill you! But this and my brother’s death arepletely two different things-”


    “They are not!” J snarled, “Agnes did both of these things for the same reason–Westin! She


    wanted me dead because she couldn’t be with Westin with me.


    his mate, still alive. And the same goes for Keavy…”


    “FUCK!”


    Clemente threw a punch at the shelves, which wobbled and a couple of files fell off.


    He stared at J with bloodshot eyes.


    Anger and pain gleamed in his eyes.


    “I don’t care if you are the King’s mate and the Queen,” he hissed. “But if you say another word of


    groundless bullshit, I will fucking hit you!”


    He was furious. His world just turned upside down.


    But J knew that he wouldn’t hit her.


    He was too nice for that.


    “It isn’t groundless. And it isn’t bullshit!” J snapped, “Agnes framed me for Elder Randy’s


    incident! She was behind Elder Randy’s poison. And if Elder Randy and


    Keavy share the same symptoms, she must be responsible for Keavy’s death as well! Just connect


    the dots here-”


    “Can you prove that Agnes poisoned Elder Randy?!”


    J bit her lips, frustrated.


    No. She couldn’t.


    She still hadn’t found that maid who asked her to help carry the barrel. And Annie wouldn’t testify for


    her.


    “So it was all in your head,” Clemente sneered. “Groundless conjecture!”


    J took in a deep breath.


    Shit.


    Maybe she went in too strong and pushed too hard.


    Clemente needed time to process all these.


    “Fine. Forget what I just said,” J said irritably. “But Elder Randy is poisoned, and he and Keavy


    share the same symptom. That part you can’t deny, right? You


    have to see that there is something more to your brother’s death. It isn’t simple food


    allergy!”


    Clementepsed into silence.


    Yes. That part was ck and white on paper.


    He couldn’t overlook that.


    “Let’s look into it, OK?” J ced a hand on his upper arm, saying in a pleading tone. “It


    probably is Agnes, it probably isn’t. But you need to find out the truth. It has been 5 years already…


    You owe your brother the truth.”


    Clemente rubbed his face with one hand.


    “Fuck…” he murmured, “Fuck…OK. You are right. A little investigation will not hurt. Let’s do this.”


    J smiled.


    She knew that she could get Clemente on board.


    “But where should we start?” Clemente asked.


    “Well…I am thinking, maybe we should start with the restaurant that Keavy ordered that takeout


    from?” J said, “That is the source of everything, isn’t it?”


    Clemente nodded and they left the archive room together.


    The restaurant was located in a small town outside of the royal pce.


    An upscale little ce that served fusion cuisine.


    A waitress greeted them when they came into the door, “Good afternoon. Table for two?”


    “We are here to see the manager of this ce,” J said.


    “The manager is out at the moment. You can let me know if there is anything you need-”


    “It is above your pay range,” said Clemente icily. “Just tell him that General Clemente is here to see


    him. I believe that he can spare a few minutes for me.‘


    The waitress picked up the phone at the front desk and whispered something into the speaker.


    Then her face changed abruptly, “OK…I see.”


    She dropped the phone and looked at Clemente and J with an awe–stricken look, “My


    apology…This way please, General Clemente.”


    They were shown to the manager’s office.


    A chubby, middle–aged man was expecting them. A tall brte was with him in the


    office.


    “General Clemente, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he shook Clemente’s hand with both of his


    hands, “I…I thought the case was closed already…It has been 5 years…”


    “It was closed. But I am reopening it now. Any problem with that?” Clemente replied in a freezing


    tone.


    “Yes! Yes, there is!” cried the tall brte grumpily. “Mr. Keavy didn’t tell us about his allergy when


    he ced his order. Maybe he had some strange allergies that nobody knew of and the food came


    from us…So fine! But we have paid the fine already. We fired our chef. The restaurant was shut


    down for a year. My husband even spent his time in jail for a couple of months. What else do you


    want?” “That your wife?” Clemente gestured to the brte.


    …Yes.”


    The owner mopped at his brow with the back of his hand nervously, “Look General Clemente, we


    really don’t want any troubles…It was a tragedy, yes. But people have to carry on living their lives.


    Don’t you think?”


    “You won’t get into any trouble if you cooperate. Now, walk me through that night again.”


    “I have told the police about this millions of times already-


    “And I want to hear it one more time,” said J.


    The owner and his wife directed a skeptical look upon J.


    The owner and his wife directed a skeptical look upon J.


    “This is the King’s mate, Queen J.” Westin introduced them.


    The couple gasped and bowed to J immediately.


    “So?” J demanded, “What happened that night? I want all the details.”


    “O–OK…let me think…”


    The owner licked his dry lips, recollecting the past.


    “I received Mr. Keavy’s order at around 6… Took me half an hour to prepare the food and I left the


    restaurant at around 6:30. It was a clear night, a smooth drive…I didn’t. run into any traffic and


    arrived at Mr. Keavy’s doorstep at around 7-”


    “Wait.”


    Clemente interrupted him abruptly, “Clear night? That can’t be right. It was pouring rain that night!”


    The owner’s jaw tightened, “No, no, the weather was very good I think…


    “It was raining,” Clemente said firmly. “I remembered that clearly because I got caught up in a traffic


    jam on my way back. I even drove past a few horrible car idents along the way.”


    “R–Really?” the owner stuttered, “I don’t know…Maybe it was raining…I didn’t remember. It was so


    long ago…”


    J frowned.


    The owner even remembered the time he left the restaurant, but he couldn’t remember the weather


    that night..


    Something was not right.


    “Continue,” she said. “What happened after you arrived at the doorstep?”


    “Then I rang the bell. Mr. Keavy came out himself and took his food. He tipped me 20 and thanked


    my service. I left. That was all. Are we done here?”


    Clemente leaned in and whispered into J’s ears, “Everything matches with the testimony that


    he gave to the police.”


    J fixed her gaze upon the owner’s face, “Where did you go after the delivery?”


    The owner’s body became stiff, “How does that have anything to do with Mr. Keavy’s death?”


    “I will be the judge of that. Just answer the question.”


    The owner shook his head, “I…Did I go back to the restaurant perhaps? I don’t remember…”


    “Oh I remember!” said the wife abruptly. “You went home to me and brought me dinner from your


    restaurant!”


    J narrowed her eyes.


    So the owner did two deliveries that night.


    One to Keavy. And one to his wife.


    The wife gave a shudder, “Just think about it…If you identally gave Mr. Keavy’s


    food to me, the dead person would probably be me instead…”


    A strange expression twisted the owner’s face as he snapped, “What the fuck are your


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    saying? You don’t have that allergy!”


    The wife was startled by his sudden snarl, “I am just saying! That is a possibility. Nobody knows


    what that allergy is anyway…”


    The owner ignored his wife and turned back to J and Clemente, “I have told your everything I


    know. So, please…I am begging you…Stay out of my life from now on.”


    J and Clemente left the office together.


    “What do you think of that owner?” Clemente asked her in a low voice.


    “Shifty,” said J briefly.


    “Yeah, I agree. That is so weird. Why didn’t I feel that way before?”


    J stopped a waiter in the restaurant.


    After telling him who they were, she asked, “How are things between the owner of this restaurant


    and his wife? Are they close?”


    “Close? Oh hell no!” the waiter gasped, “Boss hates his wife! Called her a skanky cunt a couple of


    times in front of everyone. I heard him fighting with his wife in the office…he was yelling and


    threatening to kill her. There were even rumors saying that he bought chemicals online to drug his


    wife.


    J and Clemente exchanged a look of shock.


    J came in here hoping that she could find evidence to prove Agnes guilty. Yet somehow, she


    found another potential suspect…The restaurant.


    Things were gettingplicated.


    Who was really responsible for Keavy’s death?


    “I am bringing the owner in for questioning right now!” Clemente said hurriedly.