Vincent’s POV
I finally understand why Jamie wants Penelope to know about this.
He’s standing dutifully to the side as I leaf through the papers, documents and photos. There’s an old audio recorder by the side. The only sound in my office is the rustling of papers and the air con.
“And I thought my parents were demons,” I say and lean back into my seat. I’ve seen a lot of f****d up things in my life, but this…this easily tops them all.
“What should we do, sir?” Jamie asks, worry lacing his tone.
It makes me turn to him, and I can’t hide my surprise. “It’s unlike you to worry this much.”
He smiles, the sheepish smile he gives when he’s embarrassed. “This is Miss Verdant we’re talking about. Of course I’m worried.”
“You hardly know her,” I say and return my gaze to the evidence before
