Chapter 267 - Let the dead bury the dead

''How did it go?'' Liam asked once they finished speaking with their lawyer and she left. 

''I just gave them another more enticing suspect. '' She beamed as they got into the limousine waiting for them.

Liam's eyes widened; ''you implicated Douglas? '' he asked, looking surprised. He didn't think Catherine would want to drag Douglas into it knowing how dangerous he was.

''Implicate? How? He committed the crime so he should go in for it. Besides, we were being charged for a crime we didn't commit so I didn't have a choice. You should be happy, this is in our own interest, if he gets indicted, the company is all ours. Catherine chuckled heartily;

''Mom, Douglas can't go down that easily, he does dirty things, do you think he has no one in the police?''

Catherine shrugged; ''at least we succeeded in getting them off our backs, even if he maneuvers his way, he'll be under public scrutiny so he cannot dare come after us, because if he does, his connections in the police can't save him.''

Liam breathed out in relief; the last thing he wanted was something happening to any of them now, not when they were so close to achieving their goal.

…

Michelle drank from a cup of red wine as she sat with Douglas watching a show. He placed his right hand on her lap as they watched the TV. Michelle felt like puking, but she held herself. Everything in her wanted to set that hand on fire and watch it burn to ashes but she had to put up with him for now.

She wanted to kill him but she wanted to live too so she didn't want to be rash with anything she did, even though seeing him irritated her to her very bones. Now she thought about it_ that dream she had, Mia had told her that she shouldn't trust anyone.

Now she understood it, Douglas was the last person she expected to kill her, but what happened? He had been the one all along. A wife-beater, a rapist, a killer, he was the worst of evils comprised in one body.

Michelle gulped, coming back from her thoughts as Douglas's phone rang on the stool beside him; before, she didn't pay attention to anything he did, but right now, she didn't let any of his actions leave her sight. Even though her eyes were on the television, her whole interest was on his call.

Douglas's brows creased when he saw the caller, after thinking for a second, he picked the call.

'' hello? ''

''Douglas, it's been a while. ''

Douglas adjusted on his seat, this person never called, except there was trouble. ''yeah, it's been a while, how is family? ''

''All is fine, but we have a problem; '' he paused; ''you've been made a suspect in Nicklaus's murder case.'' Douglas stiffened, but he did not say a word.

The man on the other side was quiet for a second;

''Is there anything you need to tell me before the police come to you? '' He asked, in a sober tone. He had been the one covering up his numerous crimes, so he knew what Douglas was capable of.

Douglas swallowed; ''let's meet at your place this evening, what do you say? ''

''That's good. ''

''Great, see you later. '' He said and ended the call, placing the phone on the stool. He knew this might likely happen, but he always had a way around it. Nicklaus was dead; he shouldn't be tormenting him from his grave.

That evening, he met with the Chief of Police in his home and they sat over drinks in his garden;

''I know you, and I know what you can do, so just tell me if you did it or not? ''

The COP asked and Douglas breathed; ''I didn't have a choice; he didn't want to let go, so I had to do the needful. Just cover it up, as usual, he's dead already, I don't want him messing things up from his grave. ''

Douglas sighed, drinking the wine from the cup. The man chuckled;

''But why isn't the family conducting a memorial service yet, don't tell me they still think he is alive somewhere? ''

Douglas laughed; ''I think his wife is still waiting for a miracle to happen, she doesn't want to accept he is dead until she sees a body, too bad because she'll be waiting forever.'' They both laughed.

''Douglas, you never change, do you? He was your nephew, you should have thought about your brother though. '' Even though he was still going to cover up his tracks, he couldn't help feel that he was quite too wicked;

Douglas shifted his eyes to him;

''Let the dead bury the dead. ''

…

Hazel sat on the bed with a pout as she watched Douglas put on his clothes. She told him to do something for her, and ever since then, he had pretended as though he did not hear her. But she wasn't taking it anymore.

Douglas saw the scrunched-up look on her face and he smiled; ''what is wrong? '' he knew why she was mad but he didn't want to say it.

''Are you seriously asking me that!''

She fumed angrily; ''I told you something a week ago and you left me hanging just like that! You don't even ask me who it is; you've just kept mute like I don't matter at all.

Douglas sighed; ''you know that I'm already being questioned for a murder case, do you want to worsen my situation? Don't worry; once I'm done with this, I assure you I'll look into that, okay?

Hazel gazed at him for a second and she shook her head; ''Never mind, I'll just do it myself. ''

She said and came down from the bed, putting on her clothes.

Douglas was surprised; ''Hazel, I said I'll ask my men to do it for you, can you just be patient?''

''I can't bear that that person is happy and breathing, so I can't wait for your perfect time. ''

She seethed and walked out the door, slamming it close behind her.

…

Two days later…

Catherine was sleeping when she heard some footsteps in her room; she creased her brows and pushed her sleep mask from her eyes, turning the light on in the room; all color drained from her face when she saw the person sitting on the couch in front of her;

''Hello, Catherine; ''