Poisoned Empire (Dashkov Crime Family #2)

Chapter 30

thirty

If I wasn’t ugly crying before, I am now. For seventy-five entries, she poured her heart and soul into every word she wrote. She paid attention when no one, including me, thought she had a clue.

I give a watery laugh at how easily she became a viper in the grass. Anyone who looked at her would have thought her to be an airheaded heiress. Looks are deceiving.

Once I finished grieving, my tears drying on my cheeks, I sweep back over the entries, dog earing several pages that stand out. I thumb through the blank pages, searching in case I missed anything, when my eyes catch sight of several rows of dark scribbles.