Page 41 of Rekindled

She nodded. “It had a lot of evidence that makes you look guilty.”

“Well, you know it’s not true, right?” Spencer asked, hoping Molly still believed in him.

“Part of me does, but you need to see the evidence for yourself.” She swiveled her messenger bag around and pulled out her laptop. Molly switched it on, loaded the drive, and turned the screen so Spencer could see it.

He spent the next ten minutes reading through the first several emails. As he progressed down the list, he became more flabbergasted at the content and how it made him look.

“I never sent any of these emails, nor got any from the district attorney. I don’t know how, but these are forged.”

“Like I said, I’m going to take these to my tech guy, so we will know soon enough if that’s true.”

“I have a contact in the police department. It would save us from driving into Seattle,” Spencer offered.

Molly shook her head. “No way. We don’t want to involve cops. There’s a chance they could arrest and detain you based on the information.”

“Okay, we can do it your way. All I ask is that you don’t say anything to anyone about this until we get it all sorted out. I want to look into the matter myself.”

“I won’t—for now, as long as you let me help investigate. I do have to tell you Sarah knows since she was there when I got the information from the anonymous source.”

“That’s all right. I trust Sarah. I know she won’t tell anyone.”

“You ready to head to Seattle?” Molly inquired.

“Just as soon as this verdict comes back. Hopefully it will be soon, and we can head up there later tonight.”

Spencer reached out and took Molly’s hand. “In the meantime, you want to grab a cup of coffee while we wait?”

She nodded. “Only if you throw in a sandwich. I’m starving since I didn’t end up eating with Sarah at lunchtime.”

“You got yourself a deal,” Spencer said, leaning over and kissing Molly. “Thank you for believing in me.”

“We’re in this together,” Molly vowed. “We’re going to figure this out and get you exonerated.”

Spencer liked Molly’s optimism, but part of him worried what would happen if they couldn’t. Could he live under that shadow that someday the false allegations could come out? Or worse, what would happen if whoever made up the information, decided to give it to someone else besides Molly; someone who wouldn’t hesitate to publish it.

Silently, he sent up a prayer, and asked God to intervene and help him. Even though he was in the darkest part of the storm, he felt God’s presence calming the turbulence around him.

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