Chapter 514

Chapter 514:

“The court put him there,” I said.

“Semantics. We all know how the world works.” She glanced toward Dominic, who’d gone ahead to get the car. “He was her father. It’d be strange if she didn’t feel even a little sad and lash out. You’ll be standing there, tied to the whole mess, and that makes you an easy target p>

I frowned. “Mira hated her father. She’s cut ties with her family. She won’t see it that way p>

“Are you sure? Completely sure? Not everyone’s like us, Ash. We came from similar backgrounds, all of us. You, me, Kylian, Rusty, the rest of the gang. Shipped overseas when we were kids because one parent or the other couldn’t be bothered. We hate our parents.

You know what I did when I turned twenty-one. And I was genuinely happy when I heard you were sending your father and stepmother off to Africa. Personally, I thought that was too kind, especially by your old standards. But still, I bet you didn’t feel even a flicker of guilt p>

“Of course not.” If I never saw their faces again, that would suit me fine.

“But Mirabelle’s not like us. You said so yourself. She’s more normal. And normal people lash out. Even if she hated him, she’ll still feel something. And that something could end up aimed at you p>

Dominic had pulled the car up in front of us. He waited for me to get in.

I stayed where I was. “So you think me breaking the news to Mira is a bad idea p>

“Honestly? Yes. And I think you’d have reached the same conclusion if you weren’t blinded by…” Lea didn’t finish the sentence. “Anyway, what do you think you’re going to do when you get there? If she doesn’t care about him anymore, then your being there won’t matter. If she does care and blames you, it’ll only make things worse. Either way, I don’t see the point p>

“Boss?” Dominic leaned his head out of the window. “Pilot just called. Flight plan to Paris is approved. We can board in an hour p>

I looked at Dominic behind the wheel, then back at Lea. I had a decision to make.

Inspector Silva walked up to me and reached for the front of my blouse.

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝖼𝗈𝗺

I snatched the button out of his hand. “I can do it myself p>

“The gadget’s sensitive,” he said. “It needs careful handling p>

“I can manage pinning a button to a blouse p>

If not for the strictly professional look on his face and the fact I’d spent the last three days getting a sense of him, I might have thought he was trying to grope me. But the man had one setting: work.

“The mini camcorder captures everything within twenty meters of your field of vision,” he said, stepping back. “Make sure the lens is facing outwards and at the right angle p>

I looked down and adjusted the tiny white device. It blended in perfectly with the rest of the buttons on my blouse.

Silva checked something on his laptop, then put on a pair of earphones. “The view’s good. Say something p>

“Something p>

“Loud and clear.” He pulled the earphones off.

I resisted the urge to keep looking down at the button. “What if he doesn’t say anything useful tonight p>

“Then we try again tomorrow p>

Seeing the doubt on my face, he added, “Don’t worry. He’s starting to crack. It won’t be long. He likes you. He’ll talk p>