Page 131 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I grab onto her hand resting on my chest.

“I like that.”

“Me too. Now we have to take care of our Fred problem.”

“I’ll make a call to Taby.”

“That’s good.”

I lean forward and place a kiss on Cara’s lips. It makes her smile, my favorite thing to do.

“I’ll be back,” I say.

She rolls over onto her side of the bed, and I get up to call Taby. Slipping on my boxers first, I go in search of my cell phone.

I find it on the nearby dresser and dial Taby’s assistant.

“Ace Weston calling. It’s important.”

“One moment,” she says from the other line.

I get put on hold before she says she’s transferring me.

“Ace? This better be important,” Taby says.

“It is.”

“What happened?”

“Fred. Fred Jones. He has home access to all your security systems.”

“And you have proof?”

“Pictures in case he makes it disappear.”

“Why would he do that?” she cautiously asks.

“It was a misunderstanding. Cara was in his house trying to figure out his interests. It was a poor idea for me to throw a party for him to get more time with you, Cordelia, and the rest of the crew.”

“Hmmm.”

“It resulted in me finding his security room and then him seeing us there.”

“Is this the truth?”

“It is.”

“Send the pictures.”

I pull the phone away from my head and send her the dozen or so photos that Cara had taken of the evidence. It takes a few minutes for them all to go through.

“Well, this is certainly a problem,” Taby says.

“Please let me know if I can be of assistance.”

“No need. Thank you for what you’ve done.”

She hangs up, and I wonder what that means.

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