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“They won’t release it without a warrant.”

“And you reported this, right?”

I laid my hand on Fin’s leg. “The day was busy. We have so much to do to get ready for the divisional round.”

His nostrils flared. “Did you keep the card?”

“I did.”

CHAPTER 9

Fin

The truth will come out. Reid won’t stop it—what the fuck did that mean?

Soft breaths through the darkness and the warm body curled at my side let me know that Vee was asleep. I should be too, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what her cousin said, saying Vee had motive to kill her father.

That was completely insane.

Her father’s death upended Vee’s world.

I thought about Clark’s concerns. If Vee’s uncle or cousin thought they deserved a piece of the Coopers, killing Reid before he signed the new will was counterproductive. Bre also had nothing to gain from Reid Hubbard’s demise.

The whole thing was like a puzzle, and too many pieces were still missing.

There were Clark’s ominous warnings and his text message about the pillbox, the flowers with the strange note, and Grant Marsh’s accusation. I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that Daphne and Reid had an open marriage.

I kissed the top of Vee’s head. Now that I have her back, the idea of any other man touching her was unthinkable. Moving in together was the next logical step. However, we weren’t the kids we were in college. I’ll wait until the end of the season, but I want more permanent monikers than boyfriend and girlfriend or roommates. I wanted Vee to be the new and last Mrs. Graham. Hell, she could keep her last name; I only cared that we were legally married.

Even with the sound turned off, the vibrating on my wrist let me know my phone was ringing. The face of my watch lit up with the caller’s name: Bre Stanton.

I eased away from Vee, who rolled to her other side, and I slipped from the bed. I was all the way to Vee’s home office before I answered. The clock on the screen of her desktop said it was nearly ten o’clock.

Before answering, I hit the record icon.

“Hello.”

“Fin, I’m sorry to call so late. I saw I missed a call from you earlier. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“I’m not sleeping.”

“I have been. My internal clock is as messed up as my hormones. What did you need?”

I closed the office door. “I called because of some information that’s come to light. Vee and I were wondering when the last time you saw Reid Hubbard was?”

She took a gasping breath. “I think about that night often.”

“Which night?”

“The last time we were together was Saturday evening—the night before the Raiders game. He came to my place for dinner.”

“You didn’t see him on Sunday?”

“No, game-day Sundays were always for family. I imagined that one day it would be me with him and the others watching the game from the suite.”

Vee might know the answer to my next question, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to ask Bre. “Have you ever been up to the family suite?”

“Oh yes. Many times. You see, the suite isn’t available for rent, but whenever there’s an event at Crystal Light, well, other than a Coopers game, it’s available for family. Reid asked family members to RSVP before each event. In many instances, if no one else was attending, we would.”