Chapter 157
Chapter 157:
Alice’s face went pale. “I don’t know her p>
“Liar,” Skye said. “You’re Sarah Jones’s mother. Sarah Jones… who is currently pretending to be Seraphina Miller. Or rather, she’s using the identity she stole from this girl p>
Alice tried to roll the window up. Skye jammed her expensive leather portfolio into the gap.
“I can help you, Alice,” Skye said quickly. “I know you owe money. Big money. To the casino guys p>
Alice stopped. Greed flickered in her dull eyes. “How much p>
“Enough to get you out of this car,” Skye said. “But I need the truth. What happened to Eleanor p>
Alice looked around nervously. She lowered her voice.
“She was a sweet kid,” Alice whispered. “Foster system got her mixed up. Nobody knew she was a Thorne. Except she had this letter. From her rich daddy. She was gonna come get her inheritance p>
“And p>
“Sarah… Sarah was jealous,” Alice said, her voice trembling. “Sarah looked just like her. If you squinted. Sarah said… why should she get the castle? Sarah wanted the castle p>
“Where is she, Alice?” Skye asked. “Where is Eleanor p>
Alice started to cry. It was an ugly sound.
“The woods,” Alice choked out. “Behind the old North Il High football field. They were digging a new drainage ditch… Sarah said it was an accident. She said she fell p>
“But Sarah took her identity,” Skye said, feeling sick.
“She took her papers,” Alice confirmed. “She took the letter. She created the name Seraphina Miller to hide the trail, but she kept the Thorne locket. She thought she could just walk into the high life p>
Skye pulled her arm back. She felt like she needed to shower.
N𝗼 𝘮𝘪sѕ𝗂𝗇𝗴 𝘤𝗵𝘢𝗉𝘵е𝗋𝘴 o𝗻 𝖻𝗲.сo𝗆
“Here,” Skye said. She tossed a thick envelope into the car. It contained five thousand dollars in cash. “Get a room. Stay there. If you tell Sarah I was here, the deal is off p>
Alice grabbed the money, clutching it to her chest.
Skye walked back to her car. Her hands were shaking.
It wasn’t just fraud. It was murder. Cold-blooded, calculated murder.
And Liam had slept with her. He had brought a murderer into their home.
Skye sat in the driver’s seat and dialed Gabriel.
“I have the location,” Skye said. “The body is behind the North Il High football field. But we can’t just call the cops yet. Sarah needs to incriminate herself p>
“What’s the plan?” Gabriel asked.
“We flush her out,” Skye said. “Send a message to Seraphina’s burner phone. Tell her that the construction crew at the old high school found something. Tell her they found the remains. Specifically, the bones p>
“Why not the locket?” Gabriel asked.
“Because she has the locket,” Skye replied, her voice grim. “I saw it on her neck once, hidden under her blouse. She kept the trophy. But she couldn’t keep the body. If she thinks the grave has been disturbed, she’ll panic p>