Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 173

Theo POV

Bethany filled in the blanks. I knew a bit about her, her sister, and her ex. Do you still call them exes when you were not married to them? My head hurts with all the stupid thoughts that are circling inside of it. I did not understand the wedding ladies and that side of it. I know that a lot of people are not married as they thought they were, and some of the higher officials are being blackmailed, assuming they are married twice when they are not, and the list goes on and on. No wonder it has taken so long to get all the evidence together when it involves so many top officials and people you would never suspect. Now, I'm on edge to talk to Dad. I can only imagine how he's feeling. Did he see this coming? It's a blow that will undoubtedly leave a mark.

Last night's was the worst sleep ever. I tossed and turned, and I am sure I kept waking up Bethany. We both looked like neither of us had slept. I gave up trying and dragged myself to the shower, leaving Bethany to grab a little more sleep. She was still in bed when I came out of the shower; I called room service and ordered breakfast.

Bethany's entrance was timed perfectly, just as I was opening the door for room service. She plopped down on the stool, her presence a comforting weight in the room. Together, we dug into the food, our silence a testament to the weight of our thoughts. Bethany packed up our things, a practical task that marked the end of our stay at the Hotel and the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.

It was a short drive to Dad's place, and as we pulled up, it was good to see that Bob was still there. Dad was going to need all the support he could get. Enjoy this chapter for free and stay updated with the latest version on FindNovel.net. Don't miss out, visit it now. Bob would be the best for him, as he had gone through this already and, though he had no real answers to give, could support him in a way I can't. I tried to be there for Bethany as she went through her drama but did not really understand it, and now, to see my Dad be part of it tears my guts out.

'Dad, are you here?'

'In the kitchen. Well, he sounded okay; that was a start.

When I walked towards the kitchen, I could hear Dad laughing, and that melted my heart. Dad could still laugh.

'Hi, son, Bethany, come have a coffee with us. Pam told us wild and wooly stories that could make your hair curl. He

chuckled again as he remembered one of Pam's stories, and his chest bounced joyfully.

Not wanting to break the good mood, I sat holding a coffee between my hands and listened to Pam and Bob talking about raids and silly things the police force had to deal with.

All was going well until Hank's phone rang.

'Hello.' Hank put his phone on speaker when he saw who was calling

'Hi Hank, this is Jacko. Is Cindy home yet?'

'No, not yet; I have not heard from her.' He answered. My stomach dropped to the floor at the mention of Cindy.

'Thanks, I will fill you in later.' Jacko hung up the phone, leaving us all wondering what was happening.

'Dad, do you want to talk?' I asked, and he shook his head no. So we continued with the small talk, avoiding Mum's conversation and what was happening at the moment. Jacko POV

In the interview room, I had Margaret and Kitty behind the two-way mirror, and two of my men videoed her reactions and tapped anything she might say as she watched and listened to her daughter. I wanted to rattle her cage and see if she could lie as well as I expected Margaret to.

For the purpose of the tape, please let me know your name and date of birth. Margaret gave her full name, but the date of birth did not match our records. 'Where were you born?' my man questioned her, and I sat across from her and watched her.

'Do you have your driver's license on you?' Margaret pulled out her license and handed it to him.

'The date of birth on your license is not what you stated. Can you please state the date of birth on your license, or is your license fake?'

'No, that is my date of birth. She stated the new date, huffed at being caught out, and sat back with her arms crossed over her chest.

'Tell me, your sister Cindy. Is she part of this? I note she is at many of the art venues you were at when you were arm candy for one of the syndicate members.

'Yes and no. She loved the high life, the glitz and glamour of it all, and she had been to many of the events for the syndicate. Did she know what she was doing? You will have to ask her. I was unsure about the truth of Margaret's words, but from Kitty's reaction, she did not like our questions, and maybe Cindy was part of it.

'What about Felicity?'

'Nope, could not convince her of those events; she was not one for the bright lights and drunk men. Margaret laughed as if this was all a joke to her. Did she think a lawyer was going to walk in and set her free?

Now, about Kitty, your mother. Did you know she was part of all of this?'

'Of course, I did; who do you think supplied the girls when I needed them at those events? I would let Mum know how many women and preferred hair colors and figures, and she would supply them; Mum never let me down. And there goes dear ole Mother down the drain. 'How did you become part of all of this?'

'Cynthia and I were friends at school. She repeated a grade, and we met. She was already into glitz and glam and taught me everything I needed to know. She even introduced me to Peter, who took my virginity at sixteen. He was so gentle and loving. I knew he was her husband, but she did not seem to mind that he slept around. My stomach fell. Poor Cynthia, I doubt she had a choice in the matter. Going through her journals, Margaret was in her journal several times, and I had never thought it was this Margaret. 'So Cindy, Cynthia, and you were all part of the events?'

'Yeah, Cindy started younger than me. Peter took Cindy's virginity at fourteen. He said she was good fun in bed. Better than Cynthia or me. She became his favorite when he was in town. The more I heard, the more I wanted to castrate that man. He was a sick man. 'Back to your Mum, she supplied the girls?'

'Yes, and if the men were too rough, she would fix them up, being a nurse and all. I remember once she took a girl to Dad's. He was so gullible; he believed every word Mum said. He doctored her up at home, and Mum took her to the shelter where she rested until the next time; most of these girls had no home, were runaways, or just street kids in general, all happy to get prettied up and a good feed, and sometimes got paid too. Margaret sounded proud of it all; maybe Margaret had lost her mind, too.

'Do you enjoy the events and being with all those men? I heard you were an exotic dancer, too.'

'Yes, I love it. I have a few favorites, and I love lap dancing to them and getting them all worked up; I feel like I have power, and for a brief time, I do.' Yep, she is gone, searching for power, not love, and the syndicate would have made her feel like she had it all. 'We will have to call Cindy next. Do you know where she is?'

'Last I heard, she was going to the Flamingo Club to meet some new clients for the art show she is putting together.'

I left about then, having heard enough and trusted my man to ask all the relevant questions; it was time to interview Kitty, but first, I wanted to see if Cindy had come home.

Hank said no, so it was back to hunting her down. I did not rush to speak with Kitty; our man watching her said she was in tears. At the revelation that Peter took Cindy at such a young age, so the woman had feelings after all.