“No, why?”
“We have some concerning news.”
“Concerning news?” she echoed.
Tink.Morgan’s cell phone chimed. “Speak of the devil. Wyatt texted, asking me to call him ASAP. What’s going on?”
“I’ll let him fill you in.”
Morgan walked into the sunroom and dialed her boyfriend’s number.
Wyatt picked up before it even rang. “Hey, Morgan. Where are you?”
“At Easton Estate. Tristan was teaching me how to fly his drone. Jax is in the kitchen saying something about some concerning news. What’s going on?”
“I would rather talk to you in person. I’m right around the corner.” Wyatt told her he was on his way and quickly hung up.
Morgan returned to the kitchen. “Wyatt is on his way. It must be serious if he wants to tell me in person.”
“I’ll hang around and wait for him.” Jax quickly changed the subject.
A sick feeling settled in the pit of Morgan’s stomach, a feeling she hadn’t had in a very long time, not since… “Does this involve my ex-husband, Jason?”
Before Jax could reply, the door opened, and Wyatt appeared. His eyes traveled around the room. “Good. Jax is still here.”
“Elizabeth is on her way to the house as we speak,” Jax said.
An icy chill ran down Morgan’s spine. “Would someone please tell me what on earth is going on?”
Chapter 11
The kitchen door slammed. Elizabeth strode into the room. “Thank goodness you’re all here.”
Morgan repeated her question, determined to keep the rising panic from her voice. “What is going on?”
“Jason has been released from prison.”
She flinched, feeling as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. “How could this happen? He’s supposed to be behind bars for years.”
“From what I was told, Jason hired a new defense team to review his case. The attorney stumbled upon a loss of evidence,” Jax said. “Basically, the justice system dropped the ball.”
“Loss of evidence?”
“The evidence that put Jason behind bars has been misplaced. The bottom line is there is no evidence against your ex, so the judge had no other choice but to release him.”
Morgan reached out to steady herself. “Can they…is he free forever?”
Jax and Wyatt exchanged a worried look. “If they can’t figure out what happened to the evidence.”
“This is a nightmare,” she whispered, her mind reeling. “Where is Jason now?”
“He walked out of the prison early this morning,” Jax said. “I’m sorry, Morgan. I’ll admit I’m stunned this has happened.”
“Evidence doesn’t just disappear.”
“The courthouse you testified in, an old building in need of extensive repairs, where Jason was tried and convicted, shut down. The entire department packed up and moved to a new building. During the move, evidence was lost, or in their words ‘misplaced.’”
“I wonder how many other convicted felons are walking free.”
