Chapter 472


    "So, we switched gears!" Logan said with a nonchnt air. "We dug into Olivia, then Irving, and finally


    circled back to Nettie. Took us some time, though."


    "But in the end, it was Nettie who led you to the breakthrough?" Catherine pressed.


    "Yeah! Looked into Nettie, then the people around her. Turned out Nettie had switched her


    housekeeper, and when we checked the current housekeeper''s background, boom! Lucius had a new


    identity—Eamon Thornton. His wife and son had new names too. Their son, now going by Alcott


    Thornton, was even ssmates with Nettie."


    "Holy smokes..." Catherine gasped, "I should get Janice in on this!"


    "Let''s not bother her today. I''ll gather the info and we can call herter, or just have a chat," Logan


    suggested, stopping Catherine.


    I quickly asked, "This Irving guy is so sly! It just shows how cautious and meticulous he is!"


    "It depends on who he''s up against!" Logan replied confidently. "He got impatient, that''s all."


    "Lucius, or I should say Eamon, had some personal dealings with Irving. They met when Irving was out


    on a sales run. Eamon had some car trouble and got jumped, but Irving came to his rescue. They''ve


    kept in touch ever since... you know, the kind of bond that forms when someone''s got your back in a


    tight spot. And then they end up in cahoots."


    "Right, and Nettie''s pretty chummy with Eamon''s kid, almost like they''re dating," Logan added. "The


    kid''s name is Alcott Thornton!"


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    Catherine and I exchanged a look, a chill running down our spines. What a mess!


    "It''s all because of Irving''s meddling!" Catherine fumed. "Look at Nettie, turning out just like her no-


    good father!"


    To be honest, I felt gutted. If Nettie ever found out the guy she loved was the son of her mother''s killer, I


    couldn''t even bear to think about it!


    "If Jta finds out, she''ll be beside herself with rage," Catherine sighed.


    Logan turned to me. "Hazel''s funeral is tomorrow, you''re not considering...?"


    I shrugged. "Thest thing I want is to deal with that. I''ve finally got some distance from it all; what else


    could I possibly want?"


    "Hmm," Logan grunted nomittally.


    I could tell he had something on his mind, so I probed, "What are you thinking?"


    "Nothing." he denied.


    "If you''ve got an idea, spit it out!" I encouraged him.


    "We have a hunch Jerome will show up," Logan finally said.


    "So, do we try and catch him?" I asked.


    "No, we let him go, make him run!" Logan dered.


    "Why?" I inquired.


    "To bait a bigger fish," he answered sinctly.


    I shared the details of my meeting with Jesper earlier that day, and after a long look, Logan said,


    "There''s something... you might be the right person to handle it."


    "Then out with it," I said, unfazed.


    "Ronan doesn''t agree," Logan admitted, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, lost in


    thought.


    "Let''s hear it," I urged Logan.


    "I thought we weren''t making a move?" I countered.


    "We need to pressure Jerome, make him feel cornered. He won''t make a move until he''s desperate.


    And we need someone to deliver that message, someone who can really shake him up."


    "That someone sounds like it''s gotta be me," I said quietly. Re?d at Dr?mа?оvеls


    She then turned to Logan, her frustration clear, "Logan, are you out of your mind? You''re sending her


    in? Do you have any idea what kind of people the Dawsons are?"


    Catherine''s words extinguished Logan''s fiery resolve, and he fell silent.


    I sat in silence too, then finally looked up at Logan. "I''ll do it."