Page 151 of See You Soon

“Maybe he had second thoughts about them being real?” Wes suggested.

“Or maybe he knew the end was near, and he didn’t want Courtney to get her hands on them.” Cara winced at Luke’s bluntness, but she couldn’t dismiss it as a possibility.

“I thought he left everything to his wife?” Wes set his napkin on the small table they had spread the food on.

Cara made a face. “He did. In the new will.”

Luke suddenly sat up straighter. “The new will was signed the day after he returned from Dublin.”

“Under the terms of the old will, except for bequests to individuals, all of his assets and holdings were to be sold and split equally among his children.”

“This is proof he didn’t change the will.” Cara shook her head and looked pointedly at Luke. “You can’t believe he wanted Courtney to have evidence that Declan committed a crime! And if he didn’t want her to have the photos, he wouldn’t have left them in the vault and sent me the clue to the pin number. He must have thought, at the time, we would still inherit.”

Luke looked over her head in thought. “It’s not proof,” he intoned. “But I think you’re right. Proving the will was forged is going to be extremely difficult.”

Declan’s phone rang, but he silenced it, placing it on the table. “If he didn’t want the information out there, why didn’t he destroy it?”

The question was fair. It didn’t make sense that her father had kept the information, even if it was hidden.

“Maybe he had his suspicions but didn’t know how to go about finding out if they were real.”

Cara shot Wes a grateful smile.

Declan’s phone rang again, and he frowned at it, saying. “He could have just fucking asked me.”

“You two weren’t exactly close, at the time,” Luke reminded him, and Declan scowled.

His phone signaled a notification, and Declan smiled at whatever the message was.

“What is it?” Cara asked.

“I had someone watching the building at Waterloo Station. Call it morbid curiosity, but I wanted to see what Courtney’s reaction would be when she realized we got there first. I wanted to know who the man was who accompanied her.”

“Was it Chris?” A knot grew in her stomach, but before he could answer, Cara’s phone rang, and she held it up to show the group. “Speak of the she-devil.”

“Don’t answer it. Let it go to voicemail.”

“She must know it was me. Do you think she’ll call the Garda?”

“I think it’s time for Cara and me to go back to Atlanta,” Wes said.

“I agree. Let’s put some geography between you and this,” Luke took a bite of his food.

Her phone pinged with a voicemail notification. Cara put it on speaker so that everyone could hear.

“I know it was you, you little bitch. And I know what you took. It’s not the only copy. If you and your brother keep pushing with your ridiculous accusations, I will make sure that information ends up with the proper authorities.”

“It doesn’t matter if there are other copies. It’s easy to prove they are fake,” Wes said.

“We don’t know the police report about finding the body is fake. It says the vehicle was no longer at the scene of the accident. In fact, if you don’t think they manipulated the accident picture, I’m inclined to believe the police report is real. That woman died, and the police know about it,” Luke added.

Declan stood, walked to the windows, and chuckled.

“This isn’t funny, Declan!” Cara felt queasy. “She knows we have the pictures and the USB. Even if they are fake, the notoriety of an investigation is bad!”

Declan shook his head. “She won’t go to the police, and since our father went to great lengths to hide them in Dublin, I bet they were the originals. She just admitted she knew what was in there, which means she was involved in creating them.”

Breaking glass drew all of their eyes to Luke, who had knocked his glass onto the floor but was staring at them with horrified eyes.