A simple “Yeah” was all Colleen offered before diving into the issue, laying out the details about the grave relocation.
She hesitated for just a second, then continued, “Honestly, I want to help Hadley out, and if it comes down to it, I could easily go through other contacts. But knowing how you feel about her, I figured you ought to hear it from me first. I’m not picking sides—I just couldn’t keep this from you and feel right about it.” Family always came first for Colleen. Whenever she needed anything, Zane had never let her down.
“Think you could do something about this, Zane?”
He paused, his tone shifting. “Now that I know, I’ll see what I can do.” No promises came right away. “Let me check with a few people. If I find someone who can help, I’ll let you know. Can’t guarantee results until I know more.”
“That’s fine. I’ll wait to hear back,” she replied.
The call ended.
Sitting back, Zane weighed his options, his phone still in hand as he mentally scrolled through his connections.
After a moment, one name stood out. Without hesitation, he called the number.
“Zane here. Got a minute?”
Elsewhere, in a car parked quietly near the villa on Jewel Avenue—
Tamara shifted toward Eric, careful to keep her posture relaxed. “Here’s the deal. Miss Pearson’s running into problems with relocating her mother’s and grandfather’s graves, and her brother Mr. Jenkins doesn’t seem convinced he can make it happen.”
“Understood.” Eric gave a curt nod, signaling he’d heard everything. “Alright. You’re dismissed.”
A casual flick of his hand sent Tamara on her way, but not before he offered a word of caution. “See to it that Hadley never learns we’ve been in contact.”
Tamara’s reply was calm and confident. “You can count on me, Mr. Scott.” She nodded once more and stepped out of the vehicle.
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Leaning back in his seat, Eric let his gaze drift, eyelids heavy. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm on his knee before he spoke up. “Phillips, make the necessary arrangements.”
“Right away, Mr. Scott.”
A couple of days passed before Zane’s phone buzzed with an incoming call from an old friend.
Relief flooded his voice. “Seriously? That’s fantastic. Thanks a million—lunch is on me next time.”
With the good news fresh in his mind, Zane wasted no time in phoning Colleen. “Hey, Colleen. Good news on the grave relocation. Let Brady know he can stop searching for help—it’s all been handled.”
Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Zane grabbed his keys, left the house, and made a beeline for Jewel Avenue.
Zane arrived with a folder in hand, bringing back some paperwork for Hadley.
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