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"I know you're being sarcastic. This is not the time. We have to find the rat, but I can't do that behind bars. Give me a moment to think," I said, scratching the fuzz on my chin.
Detective Coleman had an informant within the organization. How much he knew was anybody's guess.
We were three cars ahead with no way to turn back.
I was between a rock and a hard place.
CHAPTER 11
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SARAH
I didn't want to believe it. It seemed like a cruel joke somebody was playing on me. None of it made any sense but it was right there on my screen.
It came anonymously with nobody taking credit.
I sat there uncomfortable in my own skin having no idea what to do. Samuel might be able to make sense out of it. Involving him would mean inviting him back into my life. That would only cause more problems than it was worth.
"What are you going to do?" Jack asked while staring over my shoulder.
I touched the screen completely stunned into silence. It was just a matter of a few keystrokes. That would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt whether what I was looking at was fictitious or real.
"I can't just turn a blind eye to this. Whoever did this has an agenda. I'm just not sure what it is. Maybe they want me to sever ties with him. That would leave me vulnerable. I would love to ignore it, but I can't un-see what I just saw," I said with my voice cracking.
Jack flipped through a black notebook similar to the one police officers carried with them. He was meticulous and never left anything to chance. This took him by surprise.
"I have a few contacts, and we will review the video footage of the times mentioned. We both know how this looks. The press gets one whiff, and the scandal will ruin you. We need to get in front of this. Be proactive. Don't let this go without further investigation," he urged with his right hand scratching the back of his neck.
"Do what you have to do. I want to know the truth. Make sure we have concrete evidence before we confront him. This has to remain between the two of us. It can go no further. You have my permission to verify these claims. I don't think I have to tell you to be discreet," I warned halfheartedly with my spirit broken.
I remembered every single moment. It was ingrained into my brain.
Just closing my eyes gave me a graphic depiction of his body from the head down. It couldn't be a lie. It wasn't possible to fake the way he looked at me.
I've always been unlucky in love. He was supposed to be the exception.
Jack tapped madly on his miniature keyboard. He concentrated very hard on what he was doing with the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth. He didn't want the campaign to be derailed. The hard work was about to pay off.
"I've contacted the people in charge of computer security. You were right to install a back door in the cloud. We have full access to the camera footage. They also recorded every keystroke. I'm afraid I have some bad news," he said with his shoulders slouched.
"Let's hear it. We can't pretend this didn't happen." I turned to face him with the black leather chair swiveling on its axis.
"Preliminary reports indicate he was in your office without permission. He did use your computer. The full extent of what he was using it for is still unknown. They said they should have a better picture in a few minutes. You can log on to the private server to watch the video already cued," he said while leaning over and typing in the login credentials.
A dedicated site opened in front of my eyes.
The timestamp at the bottom was compelling evidence against Flex. A week after being hired he broke in after hours. The door was locked. He would need a key to enter.
My hand went to my mouth, the fingers trembling when he climbed in through the window. There was no fire escape. It was a sheer drop to the pavement a few floors below. He would have to climb the outside of the building.
Flex sat down at my computer and used computer skills I didn't know he had to access authorized-only sites. A quick look at the logs gave me step-by-step instructions of what he had done.
"I can't explain it. Everything he told us about his two friends was lies. Their identities were fabricated. It must've been painstaking to go to all of that trouble to get close to me. What is his end game?" I asked.
"This is damning evidence. We pulled at that thread and now it is unraveling in front of our eyes. I think you know what needs to be done." Jack intimated a mass firing of all the employees associated with my personal security.
There had to be a logical exclamation, however, he had gone behind my back. That was an affront to what I thought was a friendship blooming into something special.
