Chapter 57 – For tonight, let's forget our enemies and just be happy

“Vincent is dead,” Gabriel announced, his mood sore.

Vincent was the only one they were sure to get vital information from since Dylan had done a very good job this time in covering up his tracks.

He knew that investigations would indeed be performed so he prepared ahead of time.

All investigations were coming to an end with a cliché conclusion; An accident but Gabriel was sure that it was not an accident, even when he could not prove it.

Not only could the detectives not lay hands on who tampered with the jet but also, the pilot was burnt and they could not perform any autopsy as to whether he was drugged or anything.

Maeve sat in her swivel chair and went into deep thought, trying to recollect the memories of the future, since she was now three years back into the past to correct her mistakes.

The day before her death, Vincent was the one who drove her to the house after her return from her antenatal when Dylan claimed to