Eleanor’s POV
“If not Bedford, then who?”
My question hung heavily in the room and the more Chase took his time to respond, the more I felt my heart growing weary.
“Was it his son, Ryder?” I asked, waiting for Chase to give me something. Anything.
Chase released my hand from his hold and stared at me, gently shaking his head. It appeared as if all the emotion had been sucked away from his face, making the situation seem more grave than it had been mere moments ago.
My heart skipped a bit.
“It’s him, isn't it?” I asked, choosing to take his silence as his answer.
Chase shook his head and my confusion intensified. “If it were Bedford or Ryder, then things would have been so much easier. I would have been able to apprehend the perpetrator easily. I mean, those two don’t even have enoug
