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Which backs up my theory as to how he’s been delivering the invoices to Kaisin.
“That’s proof right there it wasn’t you.”
Straightening, she scoffs. “Hardly. That’s a drop in the ocean compared to the evidence stacked against me.”
“What else is there?”
Lex tells me about the speeding ticket she got in the mail for the Mustang in her name.
“Not only is he framing you for stealing the money but he’s framing you for spending it, too.”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, Lex. You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t know.”
I sit forward, my elbows on my knees. “You knew something.”
“I knew he was using my name for big purchases that weren’t coming out of our joint account. Iassumedthe money was coming from the Debrosse Group in some means other than his regular salary. And given the fact that those purchases were in my name, Isuspectedit was at my expense, but I had no idea how he was going about it. Or for how long.”
“Where’s Kordin keeping the money?”
“That’s what I was trying to get off his hard drive—his passwords. I was hoping if I could access the account the money was going into, I could track where it was coming in from.”
I could’ve imaged Kordin’s hard drive just like I did his brother’s phone. Lex would’ve had all the information she needed weeks ago.
“Damn. Why didn’t you just fucking—”
“Tell Cyrus?” She scoffs again.
“I know. Fuck. I know.” He would’ve kept the hard drive for himself or had me make a copy of it. “That’s why I didn’t tell him anything about the invoices.”
Getting to her feet, she points at the laptop. “He doesn’t know how Kordin’s been stealing?”
“No. I fucking told you, my loyalty is to you. It has been from the start.”
“Look where that got us.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “Look, right now Cyrus has no idea what’s on that flash drive, and unless he goes to every property for every invoice in Kaisin’s email, I don’t think he will. At least not before Monday night.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying…” Fuck. What am I saying? How the fuck can we get out of this?
“In the wrong hands, that information could put me away.”
“I’m not gonna let that happen.”
“I don’t see how. This is my problem. My fight. My fucking prison sentence.”
“Lex.” I push off the couch and go to her. “You’re not going to prison.”
She looks between my eyes. “If I do—”
“You won’t.”
Her fingers cover my lips. “ButifI do, I need you to promise me… My mom…”
