Chapter 175 Hundred And Seventy Five

• Zane's POV
• The large oak table in my study was littered with papers, pictures, and documents, all pieces of the puzzle that made up the twisted life of Dave Scott. My hands clenched into tight fists as I stared at the open file before me, the details blurring together as my mind raced. I’d been calling Belle for what felt like hours, each time getting nothing but her voicemail. The frustration building inside me was nearly unbearable.
• “Fuck!” I yelled, the word echoing off the walls of the study. I shoved the papers aside, scattering them across the table, and then grabbed one of the photos that had slid to the edge. It was a picture of Dave, grinning like the snake he was, arm wrapped around Belle. The sight of it made my blood boil.