Behind those icy blue eyes

Chapter 11 Planning step one

             Avery watched as Jameson paced back and forth in her bedroom. It was now twenty-four hours since they had been at the hospital.  Nash had recused himself to his bedroom, Libby staying by his side. Alexander, once he got home, retreated to his secret laboratory. Avery was quite sure that no one had slept in awhile. She hadn't, and neither had Jameson. 

         Oren had gotten the fingerprint results back. It been a bust. Except for names, they had no idea who these men had been. All traces of their life, and who they worked for had been totally erased.  They were back to square one. 

      After ten minutes of watching Jameson pacing, Avery had enough. She knew he was hurting, they all were. But she knew that he was more angry at this moment, then scared. If someone tried to kill Libby, Avery knew she would be livid too. 

       Jameson, sensing Avery's impatience, stopped pacing and turned toward her.  "Why do you think they targeted Grayson? There must have been a reason." Avery thought he was going to stop, but he kept rambling on. "I know that being Hawthorne, we always have enemies. And Grayson was the Heir Apparent for the longest time, which made him an obvious target. But he didn't inherit like we thought, so he is no longer the Heir Apparent."

       What Jameson said was true. Before Avery came along and inherited all of Tobais Hawthorne's riches and wealth, everybody thought Grayson was going to inherit. He had been raised, since he was very young, with the thought that he would be the next billionaire. Avery often wondered why Tobais Hawthorne never told his grandson that he was never going to inherit. He was known for being ruthless, and to Avery this was just as mean. He falsely led Grayson along, making him believe something that wasn't true. 

         "I don't know." she said. 

        They were silent for a moment. Then, Jameson had a thought.  "Do you know what he was working on at the Foundation? He has been over there more often than usual."

         "Not sure. We were trying to figure out the right places to give five billion of my inheritance away. We were looking at South America. There is a lot of good we can do for those people down there. Improving housing conditions, making more ways to get clean water to people, and bringing jobs to the people that need it the most." The more Avery thought about it the more overwhelmed she became. She wasn't just helping people, she was changing the world.

      "Well Heiress," Jameson said using her nickname. "If we want to get answers, you know where we have to go."

      She did know, and it was a bad idea. "Jameson this is not a good idea. Twenty-four hours ago the Foundation gets broken, into and now you want me and you to go there. Oren would never allow it."

      "What Oren doesn't know won't kill him."

      "Yea, but it might kill me or you. Whoever targeted Grayson might be after us as well. I want to catch this person just as much as you do, but we need to be smart."

      Jameson sighed. Avery was right, they needed to be smart. Thank God she was here to keep him in line.

          "So, if we can't go to the Foundation, how are we going to get what we need?" 

        Avery smiled. "I have an idea."

I REALIZED THAT I DIDN'T SAY WHEN IT TAKES PLACE. THIS HAPPENS AFTER THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THE FINAL GAMBIT BUT BEFORE THE EPILOGUE. I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS. I LOVE WRITING THIS STORY. IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS OF WHAT I SHOULD PUT IN THE STORY I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IT.