to give you the revenge you want.”
I don’t know what to say. I know they are right, but it doesn’t feel good leaving everyone else to fight my fight.
Nadia heads home after I thank her for her help. I know she doesn’t like the way it ended, but I need to go with my gut. And the cops aren’t the answer this time.
“Can we go to my uncle’s now?”
Crow nods. “Sure. Do you want to give him a call and make sure he’s home?”
I call him up and ask him where he is.
“I’m at home, why? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I was just wondering if Crow and I could drop in? I wanted to talk to you about a few things.”
And to play him that recording Nadia sent us so he can hear it for himself.
“Of course,” he says quickly. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Okay, see you soon.” We hang up and I look to Crow. “Let’s go.”
Standing, I give Dee a hug. “Thank you for all that you do. To me, you’re not a bad man. Just an honest one.”
And I mean that.
I guess he’s right, though—when you decide if someone is a good person, you judge them by how they treat you, not others. Our perception of people is only as we see them, not as they are.
We get in the car and head to see my uncle.
It’s time that the truth got out.
Chapter Eighteen
Uncle Neville’s waiting out front by the gate when we arrive, two bodyguards behind him. He presses a code and signals us to drive in. We park behind his black Mercedes and hop out.
“Is everything okay?” he says as he gives me a hug. He looks worried, lips tight and brow tense. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“Can we go inside first?” I suggest.
“Of course.”
He leads us inside his beautiful mansion, and to the living room. He offers us refreshments, which we decline, wanting to get straight to business. Crow pulls out his phone, his finger lingering on the play button.
“We have something we want to you listen to,” I say, taking Uncle Neville’s hand in mine and giving it a squeeze. This is going to be hard for him to listen to, too. “We found out what happened to Dad.”
We press play, and I watch the myriad emotions flicker in his eyes.
Pain.
Anger.
Regret.
Disbelief.
“That fucking piece of shit,” he growls, stands up and starts pacing. The vein in his forehead looks like it’s going to burst. His anger justifies my own—he feels the same way that I do.
“You know him personally, then?” Crow guesses, sliding his phone back in his jean pocket. “What are we up against here?”
“I’ve done business with Jasper,” he admits, hands clenching to fists. He then brings his eyes to me. “And I’ve met Jean. Once.”
“So she and Dad were together?” I ask, swallowing hard.
And once again I was the last to know something. I wish people would just be honest and let me decide what I can and can’t handle.
“He introduced her as a friend,” he explains, sitting back down, scrubbing his hand down his face. “I think there was something more going on, yes. I’m so sorry, Bronte. This all must be so hard for you.”
It is, but I need to know all of it. “I wanted the truth, and I got it. I just need to know what’s going to happen now,” I say, looking him in the eye. “They’re going to come after you next. What are we going to do?”
“If he could get to me, he would have already,” he says, tapping his foot on the tiles. “I upped my security, and this place was already secure to begin with. I have cameras everywhere, so even if something happened, it would be seen. His only chance would be to get to me when I’m out somewhere, but I have my security with me, and he’s clearly a coward, going by the way Freddy died. There was no fight. He simply poisoned him using Jean, I’m assuming. You don’t have to worry about me. He’s the one who needs to worry. Now that I know the truth, I’m going to fuck shit up.”
The look he has in his eyes, I’ve never seen it before. He’s furious, and out for revenge.
“What can I do to help?” I ask.
“Stay safe.” He turns to Crow. “Keep her safe. They know that she knows something. Tell me if you want some of my men to watch her. Whatever you need, I’ve got.”
“She’s safe