“Why isn’t he picking up?” Guinevere muttered to herself. She had officially left five missed calls.
Was Matthias ignoring her? Did he decide to bail at the last minute? It had been an hour since she’d arrived at the police headquarters, and Matthias had yet to make an appearance. He couldn’t possibly be stuck in traffic. So what was taking him so long?
As she was about to redial Matthias’ number, a familiar car drove past the foyer toward the outdoor carpark. Bracing the chilly night air, Guinevere exited the warm indoors to greet the guest of honour.
“I called you-”
“One too many times,” Matthias interjected.
“Sorry. I was just… worried.”
“Sure. Where are they holding Wayne?”
“I don’t know. None of the police officers would tell me anything.”
As the pair entered the oddly quiet building, Guinevere expected Matthias to flash his card at the reception and demand for answers. But when he gestured her to the waiting area, she frowned and asked, “What’s the plan?”
Matthias cleared his throat and Guinevere stood on tippy-toes, eagerly waiting for his grand idea. But as his lips parted, his gaze shifted toward the second floor. Whatever he wanted to say was immediately put on hold. Instinctively, Guinevere turned to look.
With elbows resting on the railing and a sly smile, Gabriel was watching them. He waved, obviously not to her, but to Matthias.
“What’s going on?” Guinevere asked.
“He wants me to work with him.”
“I don’t know. Anyway, take a seat.”
Guinevere gave Gabriel a narrow glare, before proceeding to resting her aching feet. But despite the physical relief, a discomfort lingered.
“Can he hear us?” Guinevere asked in a whisper.
Matthias shrugged and sat across her. He didn’t seem to mind sharing his plan within earshot of Gabriel and the other lounging police officers. And for a brief second, Guinevere was afraid – afraid of what he was about to say next. If only he’d asked her to prepare a bag of money, such fear wouldn’t exist at all. If only. Whatever Matthias spent one hour coming up with clearly wasn’t the kind of plan she usually concocted.
“I have to ask this first: will you do anything to help Wayne?” Matthias said.
“Yes, of course.”
“Are you sure of your answer?”
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I?”
“If only you’re certain-”
“What’s the plan?”
“The plan is to tell the truth. The whole truth, from beginning to end.”
Did she hear him right? What he said sounded like a confession.
“You need to tell the police about your family, the wedding, and the clubhouse. You need to tell them everything you know.”
“Are you crazy? I can’t do that. I’ll be throwing my family under the bus. I’ll go to jail. And Wayne… Wayne won’t forgive me.”
“That’s the only way.”
“That’s not the only way. I called you because you don’t do ‘only way’s.”
“Aren’t you tired, Guinevere?”
“Of course, I’m tired. It’s late and I’m stuck here trying to help Wayne.”
“And why are you stuck here trying to help Wayne? The masterminds behind everything are on the second floor buying their way out of their crimes. Nothing you do, no amount you pay, can put them in prison except for telling the truth.”
“Did you hear what I just said, my family and I would go to jail. And Wayne won’t forgive me.”
“At most, your father would go to jail. You and the rest of your family can play victims. As for Wayne, he’d appreciate the truth more than you trying to see him.”
“I… ah. This is ridiculous.”
“Is it? You have a chance to end it all, right here, right now.”
Matthias wasn’t wrong. The scheming had gone on for too long, and she was tired being puppet-ed around. But could she actually tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Was she willing to betray her family and destroy what they’d worked so hard for?
Guinevere bit her lips and clamped her hands. Involuntarily, she shook her left leg. She imagined the whole world quieting down, eagerly waiting for her answer – expecting her to do the right thing. Yet the decision was tearing her apart. She knew what she needed to do, but she couldn’t say it.
“Matthias, what you’re asking of me… it’s…”
“It’s not something you cannot do.”
“That’s the thing, I can’t do it. At least… not alone.”
She’d finally said it. Indirectly. But she said it.
“I can’t do it alone. The police won’t believe me. It’ll be my word against the Lees. And why would the police look into the clubhouse from just my claims alone? I need someone to back me up. Someone to make me look credible, especially after I tell the truth about everything,” Guinevere added. And then she gulped.
The thought of telling the truth was terrifying, but if she could do one righteous act in her life, this was it.
“You’re right,” Matthias said.
“How about you?”
“No. I’m your lawyer. They’ll think we’re scheming something.”
There was Zach, who would benefit greatly from coming in. Whatever plans Wilhelm Group had for him would go to waste the moment he worked with the police. Then there was Richard, who would have a powerful statement against his family and access to some of the skeletons in their closet. She would have to rope either one of them in.
“It’s either Zach or Richard,” Matthias said, possibly having had the same trail of thought as she did. “Who would it be?”
Guinevere had to choose.
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