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“This is just a copy,” I tell her before she can get her hopes up. Luckily, I made a copy of everything from Kaisin’s phone and stored it on a separate flash drive. Hiding it in the Explorer’s door panel felt like paranoia at the time but now I’m grateful I did it.
Moving my laptop over to the coffee table, I take a seat on the couch, then plug in the flash drive.
Cyrus was in the cabin for a while and neither of us knew. He could’ve done anything, even killed us. Not Lex, because he has a use for her, but me, he could’ve killed easily.
Opening my laptop and hitting the Power button, I study Lex while it fires up. What would she have done if Cyrus had killed me? She put a gun to her own head just to prevent him from trying.
She chose all right. Without even knowing the full extent of the danger she’s in, she made the decision to face it alone. She chose everybody else’s safety—her family’s and mine—over her own.
That’s love. And there’s nothing weak about it.
After pulling up the folder I need, I spin my laptop around so Lex can see the screen.
Glancing at it, she asks, “What is that?”
“Kaisin’s email.”
Her eyes jump to mine. “You said—”
“Kaisin didn’t tell me anything…but his phone did.”
“You stole it?”
“Didn’t have to.” I tell her all about the Nightshade oil at her house, then how I imaged her brother-in-law’s phone afterward at his.
“What made you think to hack Kaisin’s phone?”
“It took me working there two days to notice something was off. The Debrosse Group prides itself on dealing exclusively with high-tech buildings.”
“Because we do.” She slips into her Lenox Debrosse role like a sundress, saying, “As one of our portfolio managers—”
“Lex,” I say, cutting her off before she can get too comfortable. “They don’t.”
“Maybe at first some of them may not be, but part of our strategy is to modernize any property that requires it.”
“And the ones that do, who do those expenses go through?”
“You mean the work orders? The CFO.”
“Kaisin?”
“Correct. But why—”
“Kaisin has the power to approve any work order that passes his desk?”
“If this were the eighties, maybe. But since it’s not and everything’s submitted electronically now, yes, one of Kaisin’s responsibilities is to review each work order he receives, then approve or deny them.”
Old school is exactly the way Kordin’s been submitting them, and with decoy cameras at all three of their offices, nobody can prove who approaches Kaisin’s desk to do it.
“Does he deny any of yours?”
“Kordin has me handle our higher-end clients who’ve already made tremendous upgrades, so I rarely submit work orders.”
I gesture to the laptop. “Then what are those?”
She goes right for it, asking once she’s gotten a good look, “These were emailed to Kaisin?”
“Kind of.”
