Frowning, I entered the room to find her sprawled on the floor, clutching her son while weeping theatrically.
The sight of her forced tears and puffy face only served to irritate me further.
Without a word, I stood coldly by the door, my gaze fixed on them both.
Debbies sobs subsided after a few minutes under my scrutiny.
She wiped away non-existent tears and looked up. Mr. Pierce, what brings you here? Have you identified the true killer?
Meeting her gaze with a neutral expression, I replied calmly, This is a transcript of a conversation obtained by hacking your phone. I trust you recognize its contents.
I placed the transcript on the table in front of her.
The chat log dated back to this morning, just after news of Keenans death broke.
An unknown number messaged Debbie. Your husband died at Andrews manor. If you want significant compensation, listen closely.
Debbie replied curtly, Who are you? What do you want?
My identity isnt important. Just know your husband had an affair with Debra. The evidence is on his phone; its a chat log with his assistant. Andrew cares deeply for Debra. As long as you accuse her of murder, Andrew will Likely react. Thats your leverage for a hefty payout.
Debbie froze, her body going rigid. She stared at the chat transcript, likely stunned that Id hacked her phone.
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After a tense silence, she shook her head vehemently and denied everything. This is a setup!
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Ive never seen these messages! My phone even went missing this morning. Someone must have set me up!
Andrews POV:
My patience snapped like a brittle twig. Tired of Debbies nonsense, I flung Keenans phone right in front of her.
Look sharp and see for yourself. Every text from Keenan shows hed been eyeing Debra!
Debbie trembled, fixated on the phone as if it held the secrets of the universe. Silence stretched between us.
I wasnt in the mood to coddle her. If you need more proof, consider this: the IP address of the number that told Keenan to go to the room on the top floor last night wasnt in my manor. That alone clears Debra of any wrongdoing.
Debbies head shot up, desperation written all over her face. But that doesnt prove Debra didnt kill my husband!
She was clinging to straws, and it was frustrating.
I looked at her sharply and stated firmly, Your husbands death was caused by drug poisoning and excessive sxual desire. The waiter who died alongside him had no connection to Debra. He purchased the aphrodisiac himself, so Debra had no opportunity to tamper with it.
Every clue pointed away from Debras involvement.
Debbies shoulders shook as she whispered, No way! Its that Debra, that snake, who killed my husband! Shes to blame!
Debbie Olson, I warned, Debra suffers too. If you even think about framing her, not only will you see no money from me, but youll also be broke in no time.