Page 118 of Fracture

“You know who’s behind all of this?” Marcus asked, moving closer.

Lorelei nodded. “There’s a boss. She’s pulling the strings. She’s leading everything.”

“She?” Raina asked.

Lorelei nodded again. “Her name is Gwendolyn Lennox.”

Frannie gasped and reached for Marcus. “No,” she breathed.

“Do you know her?” Adam asked.

Frannie looked up at Marcus. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks. He helped her sit. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She was quiet for a few minutes, then whispered, “Oh, God, it’s true, isn’t it?”

Marcus kneeled in front of Frannie. “Wow. I hate it, but yeah.”

“What’s going on? What are we missing?” Pryce asked.

Marcus sat next to Frannie. He held her hand and waited for her to speak.

Frannie pulled herself together and met the gazes of everyone there. “Gwendolyn Lennox was my best friend when I was in my early twenties. She ran a club for her father. The club where I got that mask. Gwennie was with me the night I witnessed Damon Street kill a woman. And because of Gwennie, and her twisted statement to the police, Damon was never arrested. He walked free for years.”

“No,” Raina breathed.

Frannie nodded. “She was right there for years, and I never saw it. Right there.”

Lorelei stared as Frannie crumbled, breaking down into sobs that echoed across the entire yard.

The truth was finally out. But it was worse than Lorelei feared. So much worse.

Gwendolyn Lennox watched the news report and seethed. Her compound had been seized. Her fortress searched by the police. Invaded.

It was only a matter of time before they connected her to it. Before they connected everything.

She needed a plan.

Her father never would have let this happen. She could hear his taunts now.

I told you that you weren’t good enough. Always said you’d fuck up and lose it all. What are you gonna do now? How do you think you’re going to save everything I worked my entire life to build? I’ll come back and kill you myself if you don’t fix this.

“Shut up!” Gwendolyn shrieked.

“I didn’t say anything,” Nina said, her voice scared.

Good. She should be afraid. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Nina looked around the otherwise empty room. “No one else is here.”

“I was… talking to the TV. How dare they go into my home? Who do they think they are?”

“The police. And they said they had a reason to be there. This is getting close, Gwendolyn.”

“I’m handling it,” Gwendolyn barked.

“Are you? Because it looks to me like the cops are closing in. Maybe you should turn yourself in. Get out ahead of it. Blame someone else. Benjamin? Maybe Trevor and Damon?”

Gwendolyn turned on the little bitch she kept around to keep her sane. Sane? What a fucking joke. Nina was there because Gwendolyn needed someone she could trust.

And the bitch wanted her to turn herself in.