Chapter Fifty-Nine

Timothy sat at my desk and I sat across from him on the sofa as he opened his laptop and looked at me. I took the letter from my jacket pocket and handed it to him. He read it and I saw his eyes widen as he folded the letter and handed it back to me.

“This is…” he said.

“I know,” I said to him as he shook his head.

“What are their names?” he asked me his expression still stoic.

“Gareth Wineston, James Hitchenson and Peter Phillips,” I said to him.

“Bastards,” he said as he started typing on the laptop, “this might take a while, I’ll come get you as soon as I have something.”

“Thanks, there’s something I need to do anyway,” I said to him.

“Take your time. I have a program running down their names for any property owned and then I’ll start searching for their faces wherever they’re located just to make sure they are in fact there,” he said and I stood up.

I nodded and left Timothy to do his thing and headed back to the bedroom as I sent a text to Stella. Rylee was in the shower and I co