The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 192

“I found out who it was, but he’s just a nobody—a hired hand, paid to do a job. He doesn’t even know who’s pulling the strings.”

“So it was all premeditated from the very beginning.” Lindsay’s face was tense. In her previous life, Mr. Quigley Sr. had died in a plane crash while traveling the world.

But since the crash hadn’t happened yet, did that mean it might still happen in the future?

If they could help him avoid the crash when the time came, could the course of history be changed?

“Maybe he was marked for death the moment he set off on his trip,” she continued. “The people behind this have just been waiting for the right moment.”

“But why choose yesterday?” Lindsay pressed, her brow furrowing. “Why a plane crash? If they’d already bribed someone close to him, why not just do it directly—kidnap him, for instance? That would’ve been easier than pulling something off mid-flight, especially with so many innocent people on board.”

“In your eyes, everyone on that plane was innocent,” Yves reminded her. “But to the mastermind, they were just pawns on a chessboard. If Cheryl didn’t have her second sight, she wouldn’t have seen the dead, and she never would’ve realized Mr. Quigley wasn’t among them.”

“I see what you mean,” Lindsay said slowly. “The person behind this chose a plane crash so the whole world would assume there were no survivors. The Quigley family would accept it as fact.”

“But in reality, Mr. Quigley Sr. has been taken and kept hidden away somewhere.” Lindsay shivered. That was the truly terrifying part—not killing him outright, but trapping him, making him suffer a slow, drawn-out fate.

The thought alone was chilling.

“We have no leads at all right now,” Yves sighed. “All we can do is wait for Cheryl. But you know what she’s like—her visions come and go.”

“We won’t know until we try,” Lindsay replied, attempting optimism. “Maybe this time her gift will actually work.”

“Let’s hope so.”

“I’ll go check on Cheryl.” Lindsay couldn’t sit still any longer. She stood and headed for the door.

Yves turned back to his work.

Cheryl, meanwhile, was still fast asleep. Lindsay rang the doorbell several times, but Cheryl didn’t stir. Not wanting to disturb Yves again, Lindsay wandered down to the hotel restaurant to wait.

Lindsay texted back:

[You seem to have a real grudge against Mr. Quigley. Is it because of what happened back then?]

Ward, perhaps a bit drunk, didn’t elaborate. He simply repeated himself:

[Let sleeping dogs lie. The past is in the past. Now everyone’s gone, so we’re even.]

Everyone?

Lindsay stared at the message, puzzled. Who exactly did Ward mean by “everyone”?

She decided to play her own game and replied:

[I heard a rumor Mr. Quigley isn’t really dead!]