I turned away, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve as I walked past them. "Think whatever you want. I have things to do."
Vanessa's complaints trailed after me, but I let them fade into the background. Right now, I had no interest in wasting my time because there was something far more important at hand.
Before my death, I had seen my attacker's face clearly. It had been Martin Steele—the company's former Chief Financial Officer.
Martin had been convicted and sent to prison after Tristan personally testified against him for embezzling a massive amount of kickbacks. At the time, I had believed Tristan's words. But now, the pieces no longer fit.
If Martin had truly been guilty, why had he come after Tristan the moment he was released? Why was he willing to kill?
I needed to investigate the case from back then. I couldn't let the betrayal and hatred from my previous life go unanswered. But, most of the trails had gone cold, so I had no concrete leads.
That afternoon, as I pored over old documents in my office, my phone buzzed with a message from Vanessa: [I have something to do tonight. I'll be home late.]