CHAPTER 32
CASHTON
My muscles coiled as I spotted the shattered window of Landry’s BMW. Broken glass littered the driveway, crunching under our boots as we made our way up both sets of steps. I stopped in front of the double doors of the classical white mansion and rasped my knuckles against the solid wood. Kaptan had remotely disabled the Senator’s cameras, something that could easily be blamed on the storms last night.
Not hearing any movement inside, I reached for the handle before pushing my way inside and taking a look around. Nothing seemed out of place as I made my way through Landry’s family home, Kaptan and Zayn on my heels.
Something hadn’t sat right with me since watching the video last night. I had played Arthur’s words in my head over and over, constantly turning over one part in particular.
It should have been you, not her .
It made me think back to a different video, the one where Landry had paid those Stoneridge girls a visit.
We had no choice .
None of it sat right with me. Two prominent families had lost a daughter and a wife that same night. And maybe I was looking too much into this, seeking answers that weren’t there, but my gut told me that there was more to it. And Arthur was going to give me answers.
The bastard had probably drunk himself to sleep after chasing off his daughter last night, and I was ready to make him pay for what he had put her through.
Making my way up the stairs, I silently peeked inside each room before finding the master bedroom and making my way inside.
Early morning sun beamed through the sheer curtains, lighting the room with a dim glow. Arthur Andrews was in bed just as I’d suspected, sleeping soundly on top of his sheets in what I assumed to be the same suit he wore in the video last night. What hadn’t been there last night, though, was the gaping bullet hole in his temple.
I stopped in my tracks, absorbing the sight in front of me. The gun he must have used sat on the ground by the bed, directly below his limp hand. Senator Arthur Andrews was dead.