Chapter 469

“You’re not him. How do you know for sure—” Claire Thompson’s tone was half-skeptical, half-curious, but her words cut off the moment she took his phone and glanced at the screen. Holy crap. This wasn’t just snooping—it was exposing the dude down to his socks. The email clearly confirmed that the house they’d been renting didn’t belong to that big guy at all. Sure, the original owner had passed away, but the house should’ve gone to his daughter—not this guy who claimed to be a nephew, even if he was technically family. And it got better. The reply said the man had other rental properties in town, too—and get this, he’d divided the places up with wooden partitions. Sounded shady already, right? Even though some were under contract ‘cause they were in town, he still came up with all sorts of excuses not to return tenants’ deposits. In short? He was a repeat offender. The last part of the email listed every single offense—illegal subleases, fire hazards, unpaid taxes—the whole nine yards.