The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 684

Collins put down his coffee mug, looking puzzled. “This doesn’t make sense,” he said. “If someone messed with the car two months ago, the accident should have happened a lot sooner.”

The missing day's dashcam footage was weird enough, but the brakes failing only after two months? That didn’t add up.

“Maybe your artist doesn’t drive that car much,” suggested his detective friend, pausing before adding, “We’ve got a theory. Whoever tampered with the brakes didn’t completely ruin them. They calculated the wear based on usage.”

Collins scratched his head, listening closely.

“This was a planned murder, I think. The person must know your artist’s habits really well to be so precise about the brake wear. Without a real expert, it’d be nearly impossible to catch.”

The detective pulled out his phone and showed Collins the Messenger chats with the brake experts he had consulted over the past few days.

Collins only understood about half of it; cars weren’t his thing. He quickly handed the phone back and asked, “Any leads on what happened two months ago?”

His friend shook his head. “Nothing solid from the car’s clues yet. I didn’t want to leave you hanging, so I thought I’d fill you in on what we’ve got.”

Collins sighed deeply, “I’m really worried. Until we find who’s behind this, my artist’s safety is in jeopardy.”

“How's your artist doing now? Out of danger?” the detective asked.

Collins, keeping things close to the vest, just shook his head. “Still unconscious.”

“Alright, if he wakes up, ask if he lent the car to anyone around two months ago. Might give us a lead,” the detective suggested.

“Got it. You keep investigating, and I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

As Collins sliced some fruit for the siblings, he replied, “Yeah. My friend’s being modest, but their tech guys are computer wizards. If he says it’s unrecoverable, it probably is.”

Mirabella, lounging in her chair with her phone in hand, said, “Send me the dashcam files?”

Handing her a freshly peeled apple, Collins asked, “What do you need them for, sis?”

Taking a bite, Mirabella said seriously, “Maybe I can recover the footage for you.”

Collins looked at her silently for a moment, then picked up another apple to slice. Turning to Leo, he continued, “Try to remember where you parked your car on October 13th, Leo.”

Mirabella just sat there, a half-eaten apple in hand, feeling a bit underestimated.