Consume my broken heart

Chapter 14

"Dad, just a rhetorical question. What if a felony took place and you couldn't handle the situation on your own. Would you ask for help or would you do everything on your own?" I raise a question of whether it concerns his daughter's terrible situation at the moment. As long as he doesn't know about my plan everything will be fine.

"I would do anything to find justice, sweetheart. Even asking for help once in a while isn't a bad thing." Dad answers truthfully.

If he had known of who I'm going to ask for help... "Why are you asking that?" Dad asks with raised brows, clearly seeing I'm up to something.

"Oh, I watched a video on my phone about an investigation. I just wondered how my dad would have handled it." I say, knowing he would buy everything if you just smear his ego.

"These days you're going to give me some hope you would go to law school one day." Dad winks at me before vanishing up the stairs to make himself ready for work.

I have to admit it always fascinated me the rules in court and the battle between lawyers trying to defend their clients. It still amazes me my dad is a freaking good lawyer, handling every situation like a pro. If he loses a case, which doesn't happen that often, he just brushes it off and concentrates on the next one. He says it isn't fair for the next client to keep mocking about your current losses. They need your full attention and devotion. They need to know you'll do everything you can to help them out and I agree with him.

The biggest loss he still carries along with him was my case a few years ago. He was devastated he couldn't help me to find justice. But how can you win against the richest parents from this town? They bought the entire police to stand at their side.

I finish my cereal before making my way to my bedroom. As I was still in my pj's and my hair a total mess. I'm making myself ready when I hear mom shouting. "Honey, there's a letter for you."

"A letter for me?" I murmur to myself. Quickly I jump into my jeans and make my way downstairs.

"Here, Grace. Do you need to tell me something?" she asks too curiously for my liking, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Of course not, mom!" I mumble harshly. I take the letter out of her hand and make my way to my bedroom, away from my nosy mother.

I eye the envelope with precision. My name was standing on the envelope, no information about who had sent it to me. In silence, I open the envelope to find three different papers. The name Dean Wright standing at the top of the first page.

I gasp and feel my mouth go dry instantly. Quickly, I scan the first page, finding information about where he lives, works, and even information about his family.

The other pages were from Anthony and Matthew, full of information I enquired myself and some new information. Anthony did steal back in the days at school, but never got a punishment. Of course, the bastards got away with everything!

In the envelope sat a small note and with big eyes I read it silently to myself. "Hi Grace, if you weren't convinced about my investigation skills, now you'll be."

I swallow hard and look at the pages in front of me, displayed on my bed. How did he know their names? And how does he know where I live?

I can only admit that he didn't lie about his investigation skills.

"Nathalie, can you help me with the door?!" I shout because she was at the back, helping Belinda with cleaning.

With my weak arms, I was wearing a huge box full of pastries. Normally, I would have asked for help in the first place, but today I thought I could manage to lift the box with one arm and place it neatly in Belinda's car like a pro. Of course, my mind was a bit too enthusiastic at the beginning.

With my leg, I tried to shove the door open, but with the box blocking my view I couldn't see a thing in front of me. Suddenly I feel the box's weight decreasing and I peek from aside the box wondering why I felt so powerful all of a sudden. No way my arms would get an adrenaline rush because a minute ago I felt I would let the box fall in a minor of seconds.

His head peeked above the box, a massive grin on his face. "I wasn't struggling at all," I exclaimed, seeing his amused expression.

"Of course, not." Aiden smiles before I hand him the box. "Where do you want it?" He asks calmly, holding the box with less effort than I did.

"Here. Follow me." I inform him, while I strode to the red old Peugeot from Belinda, opening the trunk for him. Aiden sets the box nicely in the car, closing the trunk for me.

"Anything else I need to carry?" He asks friendly. Why is he so friendly and helpful to me? I didn't do anything for him, so why should he help me?

"No, that was all," I say and turn on my heel toward the entrance of the bakery, finding Nathalie and Belinda grinning broadly. I roll with my eyes as I pass them, Aiden following me.

"Hi Nathalie, Belinda." He greets them friendly, like he knows them for years.

"Thank you for your help, Aiden!" Belinda exclaimed with enthusiasm, Nathalie almost barging in against me.

"Oh my God, hotty was helping you out. Such a good thing I was late to help you out." Nathalie smirks.

"Hmm, whatever." I shrug, taking my purse at the back as it was time for me to leave. "See you tomorrow!" I said my goodbyes to both of them before I came across from Aiden, who already sat at his favorite spot.

"I'm done with my shift. Where do you want to discuss everything?" I ask him silently when I notice Nathalie and Belinda were at the back of the bakery.

"At my place?" He says calmly, taking a sip from his coffee.

"No way!" I hiss agitated. There's no way I'll be meeting him at his domain. The place should be neutral and public, whether I hate public places or not. It should happen there.

"Ah, you still don't trust me. A public place it is then. Do you know The Meet And Greet a block away?" He asks formally, his tone back to the cold one I've met in the first place. He must be irritated that I don't want to meet him at his place. He's still a murderer and a stranger. I think that's a normal reaction every girl would have.

"Okay, I'll see you in ten minutes," I order him before pacing out of the bakery. I'm so not in the mood for this, but I don't have another choice. He's the only one who can help me.