Chapter 4 - The Offshore Account
My vision blurred as I stared at Owen's name printed on the legal document.
How could Owen be involved with Damon's hidden money?
Owen was supposed to be the clueless, innocent victim in all of this mess.
Nothing made sense anymore, and I realized I was swimming in very dangerous waters.
I needed to know exactly what the two men were planning behind my back.
The next morning, I told Damon I had an emergency ultrasound appointment.
"Are you okay? Should I come with you?" he asked, feigning concern perfectly.
"No, it's just a routine follow-up, stay here and work," I said, grabbing my keys.
I drove my car down the street and parked behind a neighbor's tall privacy hedge.
I pulled out my phone and watched the live feed from our hidden porch camera.
I waited to see if Claire would show up for another illicit rendezvous while I was gone.
Twenty minutes later, a black sedan pulled into my empty driveway.
A man stepped out and keyed in the emergency code at the front door.
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It was Owen.
And he was carrying a large, empty canvas duffel bag.
