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Chapters (25)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Epilogue
  23. About the Author
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I don’t have it in me to be a super-sleuth. Like I told Cam earlier, I’m done. The money is in my account, and now it’s time to see what’s in the box.

“It’s not heavy,” Cam points out as he sets it on the table by the windows.

“With my luck, it’s empty.” I bite my lip and then reconsider. “On the other hand, that would be the best-case scenario. Okay, let’s get this over with.”

I open the lid on the white box and frown. On top is a crisp envelope with MAGGIE written in block letters.

“That’s his writing,” I mutter and pick up the envelope, setting it aside. The only other thing inside is a black velvet box, likely from a jewelry store.

“Read that first,” Cam suggests.

I pull a letter out of the envelope and begin to read aloud.

Maggie,

If you’re reading this, it’s because I’m dead, and you’ve found the account and box down here in the islands. I wonder how long it took you to find it? I think I hid it all pretty cleverly.

I’m not going to tell you where all the money came from because I don’t want you to ever be held responsible as an accessory. I’ll just say that it can’t be traced, and now it’s yours. You probably found other money in other places, but that was for Constance and Heather. I didn’t think I’d ever be a father, but I am, and I have to provide for her.

Of course, there were other women. Too many to name here. Am I sorry for that? No, not really. I’m sure it hurt you, but I have needs that you couldn’t deal with. Not your fault, just the way it is. Don’t be too hard on yourself for it.

I roll my eyes and glance up at Cam, who looks like he wants to commit murder, then I keep reading.

I’m pretty sure that everything I’ve done will catch up with me and kill me. Whether it’s because of the women and their husbands or other reasons. I won’t live to be an old man. I can’t leave this for you in a conventional account. It would be seized. This way, it can’t be.

Also, the other little present in here, well, don’t worry. It’s not stolen. I bought it, fair and square. Just another way to hide money. It’s worth about a hundred grand. Do whatever you want with it.