Crises in Love novel Chapter 472

"So, we switched gears!" Logan said with a nonchalant air. "We dug into Olivia, then Irving, and finally circled back to Nettie. Took us some time, though."

"But in the end, it was Nettie who led you to the breakthrough?" Catherine pressed.

"Yeah! Looked into Nettie, then the people around her. Turned out Nettie had switched her housekeeper, and when we checked the current housekeeper's background, boom! Lucius had a new identity—Eamon Thornton. His wife and son had new names too. Their son, now going by Alcott Thornton, was even classmates with Nettie."

"Holy smokes..." Catherine gasped, "I should get Janice in on this!"

"Let's not bother her today. I'll gather the info and we can call her later, or just have a chat," Logan suggested, stopping Catherine.

I quickly asked, "This Irving guy is so sly! It just shows how cautious and meticulous he is!"

"It depends on who he's up against!" Logan replied confidently. "He got impatient, that's all."

"Lucius, or I should say Eamon, had some personal dealings with Irving. They met when Irving was out on a sales run. Eamon had some car trouble and got jumped, but Irving came to his rescue. They've kept in touch ever since... you know, the kind of bond that forms when someone's got your back in a tight spot. And then they end up in cahoots."

"Right, and Nettie's pretty chummy with Eamon's kid, almost like they're dating," Logan added. "The kid's name is Alcott Thornton!"

Catherine and I exchanged a look, a chill running down our spines. What a mess!

"It's all because of Irving's meddling!" Catherine fumed. "Look at Nettie, turning out just like her no-good father!"

To be honest, I felt gutted. If Nettie ever found out the guy she loved was the son of her mother's killer, I couldn't even bear to think about it!

"If Janetta finds out, she'll be beside herself with rage," Catherine sighed.

Logan turned to me. "Hazel's funeral is tomorrow, you're not considering...?"

I shrugged. "The last thing I want is to deal with that. I've finally got some distance from it all; what else could I possibly want?"

"Hmm," Logan grunted noncommittally.

I could tell he had something on his mind, so I probed, "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." he denied.