Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1150

After what felt like ages, Tarquin Bradford's phone buzzed. It was Keaton Huber calling.

Ignoring the call, Tarquin started his car and drove away from the hospital, heading straight to Blissful Uncle's Bar.

Keaton spotted him as soon as he walked in. "Hey, why didn't you pick up my call?"

Without responding, Tarquin made his way to the booth, sat down, and lit a cigarette. He was clearly preoccupied.

Keaton eyed him suspiciously, "What's going on?"

"I want to dig up my dad's grave," Tarquin muttered.

Keaton's eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you just say?!"

Tarquin took a drag from his cigarette, his expression tense and troubled.

Keaton swallowed hard, "Did I hear that right? You want to dig up Mr. Bradford's grave?"

Tarquin's silence spoke volumes. That was exactly what he meant.

Keaton sat down beside him, trying to comprehend what he'd just heard. "What are you thinking?"

Tarquin didn't answer. Keaton pressed on, "What's happened? Something big must've gone down."

But whatever it was, Keaton couldn't see how it would involve Mr. Bradford, who had been gone for years. Tarquin had always held his father in high regard. Why would he even consider something like this?

After a moment of silence, Tarquin shifted gears, asking, "Why were you calling me?"

Keaton wanted to delve deeper into the grave-digging matter, but Tarquin was adamant. "Tell me what's up with you first."

With a resigned sigh, Keaton set aside his curiosity for the moment and mentioned Callum Leblanc.

"Callum's gone off the grid."

Tarquin turned to him, "What?"

Keaton explained, "Mr. Leblanc reached out to me recently. He hasn't been able to contact Callum. I've been looking everywhere, but I've got nothing. It's starting to look pretty grim."

Though not a tech wizard, Keaton owned a bar—a treasure trove for secrets. People tend to spill everything after a drink or two, so his network was extensive.

Tarquin frowned, "How long has he been missing?"

When Tarquin returned to Number One Mansion, Elysia was in the bedroom, sorting through clothes. Pamela Patel and the kids were playing in the yard.

Elysia looked up, surprised. "Weren't you supposed to be back later tonight? What brings you home so soon?"

Elysia was in high spirits. Their trip had been a success—she had found her birth parents, and Emmett's background was finally resolved. Elysia was genuinely happy.

Tarquin almost hated to disrupt her joy. He hesitated before saying, "I need to ask you something. Back in Oceanopolis, you said you were in touch with Callum?"

"Yeah, why?" she replied.

"Mind if I see your chat history with him?"

Elysia was puzzled but handed over her phone, showing him the messages with Callum.

As Tarquin read through, his frown deepened with each message.

"Is there something wrong?" Elysia asked, curious.

Tarquin continued to scrutinize the conversation from start to finish.