Page 45 of Rekindled

“I know, Spencer, and I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t important.”

“Whyareyou calling? I thought we ended things yesterday.”

“We did, but I need to meet with you. I have some new information I need to share with you.”

There was a long pause on the other side, before he said, “Okay. How about we meet in the morning. Will 8 a.m. work over at the coffee shop?”

“Yes, I’ll see you then.”

* * *

Molly tossedand turned all night, unable to sleep with anticipation of the next day. Though she didn’t deserve it, she hoped Spencer would forgive her. Even if he didn’t, she still wanted to help him. He might not want to have a relationship with her anymore, but it didn’t change how she felt about him. Telling him the truth would be her last act of love if he never wanted to see her again.

Spencer was sitting at a table by the window. She made her way right over to him and sat down in the empty seat.

“Thanks for meeting me,” she said as she placed her purse in her lap.

“You said it was important,” Spencer stated matter-of-factly.

“It is. Hank finally got back to me late last night.”

Spencer finally seemed interested in what she was saying. He leaned forward and asked, “What did he find out?”

“That the information on the USB drive was all fake, and the same person who did it also sent the original email accusing you of unethical behavior.”

“That’s good. Is there any way you can get me copies of everything? I’m going to have to turn over the evidence to the police so they can figure out who did it.”

“Hank already knows that too, or rather, he got the address for whoever did it,” she said, pulling it out and handing it over to Spencer.

“Thanks for this,” Spencer said, standing up. “I’ll take care of it from here.”

Molly stood up and reached out to stop him from leaving. “There’s one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I need to apologize to you. I was wrong, not only in how I handled things, but by thinking the worst about you. I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me or trust me anymore.”

“I have to admit, you really hurt me yesterday, but the people you care for the deepest are able to hurt you the most. I’m not sure how all of this is going to work out between us, but I never want to live my life with a heart full of unforgiveness. I accept your apology, Molly.”

“Thank you,” she said with a smile. “I still want to help you clear your name. I think we should go to the address together.”

“Since you got me the information, I guess I owe you that much.” He gestured to the table, “Grab your purse. We can take my car.”

* * *

Spencer didn’t knowwhat to say on the drive over to the location of the suspect. He wanted to tell Molly he still loved her, but he wondered if it just wasn’t in the cards for them to ever make it work.

They arrived at a small ranch-style house on the outskirts of Bayfield. Both of them got out of Spencer’s car and met in the center of the sidewalk.

“You ready for this?” Molly asked, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear.

“Yes, I’m ready to know who tried to ruin my career.”

They marched up the concrete path and knocked on the front door. A few moments later, the door swung open to reveal Bob Perkins—a tall man with a thick build, brown hair and eyes, and a beard. Spencer was taken aback that they were at the house of the junior public defender. Was he behind the email and files?

“What are you doing here?” Bob asked, his eyes darting from Spencer to Molly.

“We came here to talk to you about a situation,” Spencer explained.

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