Chapter 167

But the only flight available was at 7:00 pm. Sabrina called Eva to ask about Chelsea. "Any news?" "Ms. Wyatt, I'm sorry... but my findings confirm Chelsea passed away seven years ago." Sabrina's heart sank. She was certain she hadn't mistaken her childhood friend. "Forget it. Leave it be." Nelson had been tied up at Clapham Mountain for days now. He must have dug up a lot. Gathering herself, Sabrina altered her travel plans. She wasn't going to the airport anymore—she was turning back. Approaching Ronaldo's villa, she dialed Nelson's number. He answered with a low, gentle voice, "What's up?" "Where are you?" Sabrina inquired. "With Pamela," he responded. Sabrina paused. "Give me the address." … Near the police station, a dilapidated motel stood in stark contrast to the luxurious car parked outside. The motel's already narrow lobby felt even more cramped with the three men inside. Ronaldo spotted Sabrina, dressed simply in a hoodie and jeans, and hesitated. "Sabrina, why