Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 491

Shane showed up with the team, but before they went inside, he paused to answer his phone. Whatever he heard made his brow crease.

“Dead? Okay. Bring the body back first.”

As he hung up, he caught a glimpse of a luxury car pulling up nearby. A man and a woman stepped out, and Shane’s gaze lingered on the guy for a second.

He knew that face. Clive.

Shane couldn’t help but wonder—what was Clive doing here? He wasn’t left wondering long. The woman who’d arrived with Clive slipped her arm through his, and suddenly, it all made sense. Amelia had just talked about the divorce a few days ago. And now Clive was already getting cozy with someone else? Shane figured the two of them had probably started something before the marriage was even over.

Clive recognized him, too. Memories flashed by—years ago, when Clive had been kidnapped, Shane was the detective who’d come to the hospital, taken his statement, checked in on him. Some things you just didn’t forget.

“Shane? What are you doing here?” Clive sounded genuinely surprised.

Before Shane could answer, his team marched out with Hank in handcuffs. Kristen went pale, then bolted forward in a panic.

“Dad!” she shouted, her voice shaking with anger. “What are you doing? He hasn’t done anything! Why are you arresting him?”

Hank didn’t get a word in. Shane cut in, his voice all business—cold, clipped, official. “Hank is being arrested for conspiracy to commit murder. We have the evidence, the witnesses, and the warrant. If you want to object, take it up in court.”

Conspiracy to commit murder. The words hit Kristen hard, and Shane saw it—her eyes flickered with panic, just for a second. He’d been a cop long enough to spot that kind of reaction from a mile away.

Clive tried to step in, looking rattled. “Shane, this has to be a misunderstanding. I know your chief, maybe we can—”

Shane gave a humorless laugh. “Then call the chief on the way to the station, Mr. Salmeron.”

Hank was loaded into a separate car. Clive managed a few rushed words to Kristen, then climbed into the backseat with Shane.

The whole ride to the station, Clive was glued to his phone—calling lawyers, calling the police chief, reaching out to anyone who might help. Shane watched him with a cold detachment, feeling, if anything, a wave of sympathy for Amelia. She deserved better than this guy.

At the station, Hank was taken off for questioning. Shane led Clive to the morgue, where the charred body was laid out on a metal table, one eye socket empty and black.

Clive took one look, then bolted out the door and threw up in the hallway.

When he finally stopped retching, the memories came flooding back—sharp, brutal, all at once. Levi’s eye had been blinded by Amelia. He remembered how she’d thrown herself at Levi to save him, blood everywhere, her hands shaking as she pulled him close. She’d whispered, “Clive, you’re going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you…”

He’d never really forgotten any of it. He just… stopped caring. Amelia’s kindness, her loyalty—they’d become so normal that he’d stopped noticing them at all.