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He had sent all his workers out and about, and he was waiting patiently for Michael Flynn to arrive. He was not going to try and justify his actions, he was prepared to take his punishment. He loved Michael’s daughter Jessie as if she was his own child, and that he had not even thought to see to her safety – or her mother’s for that fact – was the biggest shame of his life. He had made two fatal mistakes – not only had he underestimated the Cornel brothers, he had let down Michael Flynn.

Chapter Eighty-Two

Hannah Flynn was worried about her granddaughter – not an emotion she had ever experienced before. Jessie, however, had managed to find her way into her heart. She loved the girl as much as she could love anyone. She saw herself in her at times. Hannah Flynn had always had a way of carrying herself – she walked tall, straight-backed, and with a natural grace. Jessie had inherited that along with her intelligence.

Josephine didn’t have a brain in her head – she had the conversational skills of a twelve year old. All she had ever been interested in was fashion, clothes and shoes. She was a wonderful cook, though, and she kept a good table. Jessie, on the other hand, was very sharp, quick-witted. She was a girl who read voraciously, and to whom learning came naturally. She was capable of so much, and Hannah knew that whatever the girl decided she wanted to do with her life, she could do it.

But today young Jessie had looked seriously ill when she called at the house. Josephine had practically thrown her out, and Hannah wasn’t going to forgive that in a hurry. She had not made it further than the entrance hall, before she was back in her cab and on her way home.

There was something going on in that house, and she would get to the bottom of it if it was the last thing she ever did in her life.

Chapter Eighty-Three

Every time Jessie closed her eyes, she relived the night’s events. She felt physically ill, sickness roiling inside her belly, and breathless, unable to calm her fears.