Chapter 85

Richard’s words hung in the air as he witnessed four police officers push their way past the protesting servant, faces grim under their peaked caps. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. ‘Richard Griffith?’ the lead officer barked. He flashed his badge and then held out a subpoena. ‘We need you to come with us.’ Leslie had gone mute, her face drained of its usual Botox-tinted colour. Richard gripped his phone tightly, his voice strained. ‘I need to call my lawyer.’ The officer shrugged. ‘You can do it down at the station.’ *** Elodie needed hard evidence to nail Sebastian and send him to join his daughter in the slammer. Hacking his phone records had been a fruitless exercise – the man was security conscious, his digital trail cleaner than a billionaire’s yacht after a whitewashing. ‘Burner phone, it has to be,’ she muttered. Then, a shrug and a sly grin. ‘Never mind, Mr Clean, I’ll get you another way.’ With a few keystrokes, she erased the evidence of her cyber snooping and retur