Nathan
“Babe, I am taking a walk,” I shout out to Amari, and leave the apartment. I immediately notice Brian’s car on the opposite street when I come out of the yard. He gets to the point the moment I open the door and slip inside.
“I must say, I was very skeptical when you told me to hire the guy. Long prison record and he looks like a thug. I was certain that he will steal everything he came across,” Brian confesses. 
 “But you were right as always. Someone did try to kill you and Paul is a genius, Sir,” he adds. “I feel so ashamed when I look at him now. I was a superficial ass.”
“Don’t beat yourself up, mate. I don’t think I would have given Paul a chance had I not experience being judged based on my status and appearance. But more than that, I think it was seeing how genuine people can take a person in without giving it a second thought,” I tell him. Amari and the family we have here have thought me humanity I had no idea existed before.
He nods and passes a tablet. There is so much information on this thing, I have no idea what I am supposed to see.
“What am I looking at?” I ask. 
“It is an inbuilt computer system of your car. We and everyone we hired before was looking at what happened on the day of the accident. No one could explain why the car did not give out an alert when the brakes were non-functional. We came back with nothing because everything was reset a month before your accident,” he explains while I frown at him. 
“You were in Spain the day the settings were changed. Instead of alerting you on the screen, the in computer system was set to send alert to a phone. The recipient had the option to override the alert,” he continues.
“Wow.”
That is all I can manage to say, as I try to figure out who had access to my cars when I was away. 
“Miss Brown was staying in the West coast mansion that week and that’s where the car was.”
“Are you saying she did this?” I ask, finding it hard to believe that the materialist bimbo I almost married would try to kill me and risk losing my wealth. 
“No, but she provided the person who did with the opportunity to do it,” Brian says mysteriously.
“Stop being a Sherlock Holmes and tell me who did it,” I say firmly. Three people would be suspects if I try to guess. Micheal and her parents, but I don’t have the energy to do the guessing now. I have waited for months for this.  
“Miss Brown drove the car to her boyfriend she was cheating on you with. That is your almost killer.” 
I can only shake my head at the discovery. “Micheal.”
“Yes, Sir,” he confirms.
“So, my ex best friend tried to kill me. Did Ella know?”
“It does not look like it, Sir. He dropped her at the shopping mall that day and took off with the car,” Brain explains and shows me the mall footage. Not only did Ella go cheating with my car, she gave it to his lover to drive while she was blowing my money shopping. What bugs me is I saw all the signs and brushed them off because the three of us were very close even back at school. I never questioned anything when I found Michael at Ella’s place at odds hours and vice versa. Micheal was the one who would talk to me if I got fed up with her. They were playing me. I can’t believe that I was such a fool.
“The computer system was reset and brakes had a snap. The snap, which Paul says he used during his car stealing days, uses a remote control to snap off the brakes. He did not have to get close to your car after that,” Brain proceeds to fill in the blanks for me. 
All Micheal had to do after that was wait for the day I decide to drive the car. It would all look like a tragic accident. I would have died and no one would know if I had a brake alert from the car or not. Unfortunately for him I did not die. 
“How long were Michael and Ella together?” I still ask, but my guess is since our school days. 
“I don’t know, Sir. So far we have dating back three years,” Brian tells me.
I shake my head and clench my jaw because most of this is on me. I trusted blindly and thought the genuine people were lame. 
“Did Micheal also steal my money?”
Someone transferred large sums of money from my account while I was fighting for my life in the Intensive Care Unit after that accident. 
“I don’t have the confirmation of that, Sir, but his mansion which was almost repossessed was miraculously settled around the time.”
“That does not make sense. He was a CEO of Marco, I got him that job. Why would his mansion be repossessed?”
Micheal was a bd still is being paid a lot of money for being the CEO of that company, which I now secretly own. He should have been able to pay off his own mansion. 
“He had and still has a gambling problem. It is being kept hush and out of the media, but two of his cars and the speedboat were repossessed last month,” Brian tells me. 
I know all about Micheal’s gambling. I forced him to quit and attend counselling two years back. I remember how grateful his parent were that I had managed to get him to quit. It seems that I have been really blind. I would have never recommended him for the CEO job had I known that he still had the gambling problem and he knew it. I leave Micheal and his deception and focus on the other superficial people I had on my circle. 
“What about Ella’s parents? What was their role?”
“They had nothing to do with this accident.”
I raise my eyebrow at his response. It suggests to me that they had something to do with another accident.
“Paul looked at your father in-law’s accident…”