Page 47 of Betraying Bexley

Chapter 8

Bronx sat at the kitchen table going through her files on her laptop. She’d begun digging into each of the bitches at the high school, desperate to find some connection as to why they’d been determined to eventually kill Bex, and if it had anything to do with her father. When Alex brought it up, she’d been resistant to the idea. It was kind of too click-y for her. Like, the puzzle appeared right, but the pieces weren’t fitting together properly. For all they knew, Valerie, Marybeth, and Sasha were just in the right place at the right time.

However, Marybeth had her associations to Bex's father, so Bronx had to continue to dig, which was why she was up while Alé and Bex were still sleeping. It hadn't been their intention to go as far as they had last night with Bex. She'd been down for a make-out session or three with the both of them, but it was as though her body had been taken over in the moment. Bronx didn't regret it, on the contrary, she'd been happy it did happen. It also complicated things. Feelings were messy. In her position—in all of their positions, they'd have to walk away when the op was over and who knew what would happen to Bex.

It left a nasty taste of regret and desperation in her mouth.

Think about your work. She glanced back toward Alé’s room and sighed. She figured when they got up, she’d spend the rest of the day with Bex, before they brought her home. As much as she wanted Bex to stay with them, it wouldn’t do. The house had been the one place they could coordinate their next plans of action and also continue to go through the evidence they collected.

Bronx propped her chin on her palm while staring at the coding chains scrolling up the screen. She was going to break into the school’s system and figure out what Valerie and Sasha’s deals were. If there was anything remotely suspicious, she’d find it. Then, she’d move on to their social media accounts. High school girls, especially tramps like The Bitches were notorious for posting all kinds of shit that would end up coming back to bite them in the ass.

She pushed through the firewall then broke into the student files. She used the names she found in Alé’s work, then started reading their transcript and disciplinary write-ups. As she figured, Sasha and Valerie were clean. Too clean. Everyone had something in their academic folders. Even Bronx’s best friend back home, who had perfect attendance and a 4.0, had a suspension on her record. For both girls to not have anything, rubbed Bronx wrong. She hit the print button for both then moved on to their social media accounts.

It wasn’t hard finding them. Their footprints were all over the web. Bronx hacked into their accounts with easy, by following those stupid games everyone on social media was warned about. She had Valerie’s email from her school file then all she had to do was input a few random answers and voila, she was in. She scrolled through the videos and provocative photographs, when the message icon popped up. From the preview, she could see it was from an older man.

Bronx opened up a secondary window and searched out the man. Her eyes widened when she found him.What the fuck? The photograph of the mayor of Virginia Beach, Marshall Haygood, stood out in front of his house, his wife and children by his side, including his two dogs. It was a welcome letter to the city and his agenda for the coming years. Bronx flipped back to the social media site and stared at the message waiting for Valerie to answer.

If she opened it, the chances were high she’d be caught, but, she also knew no one would know it was her. She was always super sneaky, and she hadn’t been her father’s fixer without the skills to keep him in the clear. She clicked on the message in full screen and sucked in another breath. “Fuck me.”

“Not likely,” Alex muttered. “But, thanks for the offer, anyway.”

Bronx flipped him off. “Lookit.” She pointed to her computer and leaned back so Alex could see what she did.

“Fuck me,” Alex whispered. “Good work, Bronx.”

“There has to be a shit load of photos and videos on here.” She scrolled down, amazed by how many butt and crotch shots two people could share, and how extremely gross it was.

"I would make a copy of the profile or better yet, clone it and then download it. That way you're capturing everything in real-time, and you'll know when they're messaging each other."

Fuck, Alex was smart, or she was too caught up in the treasure trove of kiddie porn she found hanging out on one of the social media’s servers, she wasn’t thinking straight. “Yeah, I’ll clone it. Good call.”

“You going to answer the post?”

Bronx scrolled to the unread message and frowned. She shouldn’t read it. Yet she rolled the sidebar down to the bottom of the page.Meet me. Usual place. Miss you. Can’t wait to hear my kitten purr.

“Why did you have to do that to me?” Bronx made a gagging noise.

Alex laughed. “Well, now we know why her shit doesn’t stink.”

True. It was more ammunition they had to use against the girls. "Yeah, plus, daddy has plenty of money. I'm digging deeper now." She cloned the account with ease then continued to see if there was anything else that might be helpful. When she found a bank account in Valerie's name, it was too delicious to back away from. With the federal government at her back, she hacked her way into Valerie's account and copied off a year's worth of transactions. As she scrolled through them, a couple of debits caught her attention.

“Hey, Alex?”

He popped his head out of the refrigerator. “Yeah?”

“Does the company OPUS, ring a bell for you?”

He scrubbed his chin. “OPUS? Yeah, aren’t they connected to one of the shell companies we ferreted out with Anderson Gunther?”

“Mother fucker.” She waved him over. “I found two wire transfers.” She pointed to the screen. One of the deposits was for fifteen thousand and the other was for ten thousand. Both were made two months in a row. One was made on the fifth and the other on the twentieth. The following months the payments were switched as were the amounts.

“Print it all off. I’ll go through it with Eito later and we’ll find how many payments there are in total and if there’s anything else.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Good work.”

Bronx smiled up at him. “Thanks. I like this shit.”

“Like what shit?” Alé ambled up beside her.

“Not now,” she murmured. “If you’re up, Bex is too. I’ll tell you later.”

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