The Secret Obsession of the CEO
Chapter 169: One Last Help

Chapter 169: One Last Help

Rory clutched her chest. She understood that Roisin must have called the cops because she knew the killer was in her house.

"What happened to her?" Rory asked.

"Did anyone ever tell you how Roisin died, Rori?" Ian asked.

"No... Did the serial killer, um-Lennon get her?" Rori asked.

"That’s where it gets difficult. She was found with her throat slit in her bedroom. Lennon was in the house, and he said that he knew nothing. He was just a little boy with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. They believed his tears for his mother. A day later, a man named James Hall surrendered to the police and confessed that he was the "Soulless Reaper" and~"

"Wait...So a man who was killing gingers was nicknamed the soulless reaper? What does that mean? That he reaped those who are soulless? Ah, the discrimination my kind feels! Do you see that, Ian? No one even cares for us. We are~"

"Oh, shut it!" Ian was so annoyed. "Is that really important? Maybe they called him that because they thought he was soulless..." He let out a sigh.

"So... Lennon was never in the suspect list and within a month, he was sent here to be with his "father"...."Rory said.

He never was Grandpa Roberts’ son. Maybe Roisin told him about her dead son and his father. Maybe Lennon wanted to live a different life and got here. And even here, he couldn’t stop what he started there... Being a killer.

"Yes... And James Hall was a sixty-two-year-old man who was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He confessed that killing women was his dream and he decided to act on it as he didn’t have much time left to live... He died while he was waiting for his execution," Ian said.

"Was James Hall framed by Lennon?" Rory asked.

Even now Lennon is doing the same. It must be his M.O. If he could get to do that when he was just twelve years old, how clever he would act with all the money he had and all those connections?

"I don’t know, Rori... James Hall knew every detail of every murder. Although he confessed to the murder of Roisin Walsh, he didn’t give out many details. But the confessions about the other five murders was enough for him to get five death penalties. I don’t know if Lennon was the guy. But he was definitely involved somehow..."

Rory could only sigh.

"And that’s not what I care about, Rori. I don’t think Lennon is just involved in a few murders. There should be more. Your name and your appearance... I don’t think that... I am trying to get the notes of the psychiatrist he visited right after he came to live with his "father". Maybe I’ll get something and... Leave, Rori. It’s not worth it. He’s very dangerous. I don’t care for the truth much as I care for your well-being. think of your daughter~"

"Ian, thank you very much for everything you do for me," Rory thanked him from the bottom of her heart. Although he, as the son of a Count has the clout to investigate anything, he is bothered enough to help her, putting his job on the hold.

Not everyone will do that for a friend they lost contact with for more than a decade.

"You’re very good at it. Even though I have an agent in the family, I still got the most help from you," she said.

"Rori, thank me in person, please... I have something important to say to you," Ian said. He sounded tired. Not physical exhaustion but he was mentally exhausted.

"I will... You know me. I’ve never changed. Do you remember how I got the twins to finish their dinner that night? And how I got Mrs. Russell’s cat to get down from the tree? I always get what I want. And now..."

"Rori..." Ian sighed. He knew she is not going to leave.

"I am going to ask you for one more favor. There is a police officer... Officer Hendricks in the police station next to our cafe. Ask him... use my name and he will oblige. He owes me. Ask him to check the security footage around my place on April 15th this year..." Rory said.

It was the day she received the call from Mrs. Delport that her grandmother is very sick. It was that night she saw weird stuff around her recently. She wanted to know if Lennon was there, watching her.

Maybe he planned to kill her that day, but something stopped him?

She remembered the drunk kids passing through the road that night... Maybe that deterred him?

She had goosebumps all over. What if he was planning on adding her to the list of the women he killed to frame Liam? She would have been the perfect victim to frame Liam for. Maybe because she went to the town, he got Allison?

That thought really scared her.

"Did something happen that day?" Ian asked breaking her thoughts.

"Yeah, that night... Roses, there were roses the next morning, and I saw some shadow under the door and on my window that night. I..."

"I understand. I’ll ask him to look over the footage. God! I hope we could get this nasty bugger!" Ian spoke gritting his teeth.

"I hope so too," Rory said. "And Ian... Ellie is with Mia’s mother," she whispered in a low tone. "Have someone keep an eye on her, please... Inform Derick, would you? If he is smart, he now would have figured out that there is something wrong with everything. And send me a picture of Lennon’s mother and Roisin’s picture, please," she asked.

She wanted to know who that woman in the portrait was.

"Yeah," Ian smacked his lips. There was silence for some time.

Rory walked to the window hearing the sound of a car’s engine. She watched as Lennon left the property in his car. Rory figured that he might be grocery shopping.

"Rori... be safe out there. Nothing is more important than your life. Don’t ever forget that. For me..." he sucked in a deep breath. "For us, for your child, and for your husband’s sake, please don’t ever risk your life. Just run out and get help."

"Okay. I know," Rory ended the call.

With a sigh, she leaned back on the wall. She is already here, and she cannot leave before getting the truth out.

She opened the images Ian sent to her. And her heart skipped a beat. The same portrait in Lennon’s office was the picture used in the obituary of Roisin Walsh.

She should say... Roisin was a beautiful woman. But what did she know before she died? What killed her?

And Lennon... He was able to make everyone believe that he was Grandpa Roberts’ son. Even when they treated him badly, he insisted on his presence there so that he would invoke sympathy.

he knew who he was and what he had done, and yet he could play the role of an emotionally abused little boy very well.

She had personally seen how Grandpa Roberts treated him with so much love. And he could lie to him so easily hiding the fact that he was the one who killed Roisin.

And he dares to hang her picture in his office and look at her each time he enters that room!

What a psycho!

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Rory walked out of the room as she was sure that Lennon had left the house. She made a beeline to the office that Lennon closed. She hoped that it was not locked.

But it was locked.

Rory looked at the lock. It was just a common lock. She wondered why Lennon would have such a lock in his expensive house. Also, it made her doubt whether Lennon is hiding his secrets here.

But she decided to act on her instinct.

She searched for a bobby pin in her head. She had a habit of having at least two bobby pins on her hair every time as she liked to wear her hair in a bun when she is not in the sun.

This trick of opening locks with bobby pins... Liam taught her that. Derick had given her some pointers without realizing what he was doing once. She only had theoretical knowledge of how to do it and she had seen Liam doing it once.

But will it be enough?

Kneeling in front of the door, she stuck in the bobby pin. Her senses were heightened as adrenaline coursed through her veins and she tried hard to control her shaking hands. After a couple of deep breaths and concentrating like she had never done before, she heard the sweet sound of the lock clicking.

Just a bit...

She twisted it and... Voila! the door opened!

"Thank God!" Rory whispered as she entered the room. She even got a spoon from the kitchen to use it as a wedge to keep the door from locking behind her. She has watched too many horror films to not do that.

The room was big. And it had a lot of closed shelves and drawers. It looked more like a kitchen than an office. Her eyes ended up at the big portrait and she bowed her head in respect of the woman who naively raised a snake not knowing that it would bite her to death one day.

She tried to open the drawers and shelves, but everything was locked; every single one of them.

Now what do I do?