I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father-Chapter 336: Dead Man’s Autopsy

When Luca shut the door of his apartment, he sagged against the door in relief.

The entire trip from Honey’s apartment to his, he had feared that Igor would just appear and finish him.

He still could not believe that the big man had let him go.

He stared at the wads of cash in his hand and he considered taking the money and just running.

"Igor is not likely to take that very kindly."

He muttered to himself.

With a sigh he got to his feet and fished through his jacket pocket for his phone when his fingers made contact with paper.

He frowned and pulled out an envelope which had been folded to fit in his pocket.

In the midst of the unexpected event of Honey’s death and Igor’s plans to disappear, he had forgotten all about the envelope he had come to show Honey.

Now that she was dead, there was no use for it now.

"What a waste."

He had hoped that bringing such huge information would make Honey very grateful and earn his some cool cash.

Some people might say that he was a despicable man with a disgusting career who loved money and that was the truth, there was no use denying.

It was easy for people to talk about people doing anything for money as disgusting when they had never had the desperate need for money when their landlord was threatening to kick them out of their shithole apartment.

He was simply a survivor doing all he could to remain alive.

He sat down and pulled out the contents of the envelope. He stared at the photos from the ME’s office and the official report from the coroner and the police report.

He had thought that these were some very explosive news that could put Brandon behind bars and maybe make him very rich, but he had to think of a way to get a good price for the pictures now that Honey was dead.

Luca stared at the chemical name with a smile. He didn’t recognize it, but his journalistic instincts, those little rat-like twitches that had kept him alive in the gutter, told him it was important. Very important.

He had followed the thread and it had led him to an unbelievable discovery.

He had struck gold.

He would sell them to the highest bidder, maybe even Levi would be interested.

He made a quick decision and tucked everything back in his pockets.

He needed to sort out Igor’s papers first, then he would deal with the gold mine he held in his hands.

He realized that Igor had the best idea. Retiring was the ideal thing to do.

He was too old to be dodging thugs and crawling into celebrites gardens in order to get racy shots just to get bitten by their doberman.

Maybe it was time for him to go to his Aunt’s in the countryside and help her with her farm.

Animals were definitely easier to deal with than human.

With a nod he locked the envelope in a little box and hid it in his closet.

Then he left to go meet Igor at the marina.

***

The night air at the marina was thick with the smell of salt and diesel, a cocktail of freedom and escape. The yachts, resting in their berths, were like white rocks against the black water. Dock Nine was quiet, tucked at the far end, away from the glittering restaurants and bars.

Igor was there, a massive shadow leaning against the piling, a duffel bag at his feet. He looked like a man carved from granite, his face set in a grim, unreadable mask.

Luca approached, his limp more pronounced in the tense cold. He’d dressed in dark, nondescript clothes, a pathetic attempt at blending in. He clutched a plain, brown paper package to his chest.

"You’re late," Igor rumbled, the words seeming to vibrate up from the soles of his massive feet.

"Traffic," Luca explained, his voice a nervous squeak. He held out the package. "Everything you asked for. One new identity. Untraceable."

Igor took the package, his large hands making the paper look like a napkin. He tore it open. Inside were a passport, a driver’s license, and a birth certificate, all bearing the name of a mundane, deceased Canadian accountant named Martin Giles. The photo was a recent, grainy shot of Igor, looking surprisingly placid.

"This is good work," Igor conceded, scrutinizing the passport under the weak light of a distant lamp. He reached into the duffel bag and pulled out another thick stack of Euros. He tossed it to Luca. "Your fee. And a bonus for your discretion."

Luca caught the money, his heart thumping a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He felt a surge of something that was almost triumph. He was getting away with it. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"There is one more thing," Igor said, his tone shifting, becoming heavier, more menacing.

Luca froze, the cash suddenly feeling like a block of ice in his hands. "What?"

"The man who killed her," Igor said, his gaze fixed on the dark, churning water. "Brandon. I want to know where he is. Before I leave."

A cold dread washed over Luca. He should have known it wouldn’t be this easy. "I... I don’t know. I swear. The last I saw, he was... he was gone. After Honey..."

Igor’s head swiveled, and his eyes, pale and cold in the dim light, locked onto Luca. "You are a man who sees things, Luca. You find people. That is your trade. Find him for me."

"I can’t," Luca stammered, taking an involuntary step back. "He’s dangerous. The woman he’s with... she’s worse. They’ll surely kill me."

Igor smiled, a terrifying, humorless stretching of his lips. "I will kill you if you don’t. You see? You have a choice. Do this one last thing for Honey, and you can continue snooping through starlets garbage. Refuse, and I will throw you into this canal so far that they will be dredging for your body in the next decade."

The threat was not idle. Luca knew it with every fiber of his being. He was trapped. Again.

"Why waste your time with that? Luca said in a friendly tone. "You’ve gotten what you need, go far from this nastiness and live a life Honey would want you to."

Igor’s eyes glinted with a feverish light. "Honey’s death will not be in vain if I get justice for her."

"What a mad man." Luca muttered under his breath in irritation.

"What did you say?" Igor demanded. "Speak up if you have something to say!"

Luca flinched and held up his hands. "I said nothing! I was just saying I have something else, something I think you will like."

Igor stared at him suspiciously. "What could you possibly have that I would be interested in?"

Luca saw the sliver of opportunity and lunged for it. He had to give Igor something bigger than Brandon, something to distract him from this personal vendetta long enough for Luca to disappear.

"Information," Luca said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Something I was going to sell to Honey. Something bigger than some two-bit grudge match."

Igor’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t move. He was listening.

"It’s about Brett Faulkner’s death," Luca said, the words tumbling out now. "The official police report... i found something. There’s something in his system. A chemical. Not poison. Something else. Something that doesn’t make sense. I have the photos. The ME’s preliminary notes. I was bringing it to Honey when... when it happened." He gestured vaguely, not wanting to say the word ’murder’.

He saw the flicker of interest in Igor’s eyes. Honey had been obsessed with the Faulkner legacy. Her hatred for Brett was a deep, personal thing. This was bait, and it was wriggling.

"Why would I care about the details of a dead man’s autopsy?" Igor asked, but the question lacked conviction.

"Because Honey cared," Luca pressed, sensing the shift in the dynamic.