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Someone I trust.
Trusted.
Garrett Dunn.
But why? Why ruin your entire life over money? Sure, in the beginning, seeing all those numbers, the temptation tipped the scale. Then reason kicked in. Why tarnish your future so completely?
By no means am I a saint. I have committed my share of sin. Hell, I just had a sex video removed from YouTube. A video where I knowingly cheated on a woman who thought we were in a relationship. Yes, I tried terminating the relationship like a gentleman several times. But the break up never stuck.
So, I took harsh, drastic measures.
Do I regret cheating on Kelli? Not for a second. Could I have taken another tactic? Probably, but it would have perpetuated the cycle.
And I was done.
Tipping my head back, I stare unfocused at the ceiling. I don’t want to ask, but need to hear the truth.
“Glen, what’s the user ID?”
He prattles off a mix of letters and numbers. A combination I memorized after seeing it countless times over the years.
I hang my head and close my eyes. Dinner churns in my stomach, threatening to make an appearance. Slowly, methodically, I take a deep breath. More follow. They don’t vanquish the disgust in my veins, but they calm my stomach slightly.
“You know who that is?” Glen asks.
Unfortunately. “Yeah.” I clutch my forehead. “Any way you can send me a report of findings? I need evidence to take the next step.”
“No problem. I’ll have it in your inbox by morning.”
“Appreciate your help, man. And, Glen?”
“Yes?”
“Mind sending the report to my personal email. Just in case.”
“Sure thing.”
The call disconnects and the list of things to do grows longer as I stare at the last of my dinner.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Guess I won’t get much sleep tonight.
Chapter Fifteen
SKYLAR
A loud crack rips through the house seconds before the blare of the house alarm.
I bolt upright in bed, tug the sheet to my chest, and notice Lawrence missing. His side of the bed cold when I press my palm to the cotton. Muttered speech echoes from down the hall, followed by the crunch of higher-pitched gravel as the alarm quiets.
“Law,” I whisper into the dark room. No answer.
Fumbling through the dark, I locate my clothes and don them. I tiptoe to the bedroom door, turn the knob, and crack it enough to peek out. Darkness and a hint of light greets me from downstairs. Inhaling deeply, I creep to the top landing, stay in the shadows, and spy on the first floor.
Before I whisper for Lawrence again, he ascends the stairs. I start for him, but he holds up a hand to stop me.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?” I blurt. My eyes roam his face in search of injury, but come up empty. Thank goodness.
