Page 104 of Keeping Kasey
“What did you hear?”
Ford looks me dead in the eye. “Brandon called Kasey a traitor. He told her she’d be found out and that you’d kill her.”
My laugh is a hollow sound. “You’re trusting the accusation of the man who tried to sexually assault her?”
“I don’t think he did,” Ford says.
“Why?” James asks.
“For starters, the door had a window. If he wanted to assault her, he wouldn’t do it where anyone could walk by and see.”
“Let’s assume he wasn’t doing much thinking,” I say through gritted teeth.
Ford nods. “And I was. But when I looked through that window, it seemed like he was trying to talk to her.”
“If all you have is speculation, then I think it’s best if you get back to resting,” James states in an easy tone that doesn’t fit the anger burning me from the inside out.
No amount of deep breaths is going to calm me right now.
“They aren’t speculations. Not anymore,” Ford says, and nods to the laptop still dangling in my hand.
I give it to him, my chest constricting as I do.
“I only tell you all that to explain why I did this.”
“What exactly isthis?” James asks.
“If I’m right, and Brandon was trying to get me away long enough to talk to Kasey, it would imply they had some sort of connection to each other. So, I started looking.”
James visibly swallows. “And you found one?”
Ford nods, his face a blank mask.
“No,” I say, with a shake of my head.
A vise grips my chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe, and white-hot dread pulses through my veins.
“You’re lying,” I bite out, glaring at Ford. “You’ve been jealous of Kasey since she got here. I don’t take these accusations lightly.”
“Mr. Consoli, I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t know this for certain.”
James places a hand on my shoulder. “What did you find, Ford?”
He turns the screen toward James and me—bank statements, by the look of it. He points to one that readsCam.
“There’s a transaction from Brandon to Kasey three years ago. I couldn’t find details of what exactly he paid for, but I was able to locate this.” He pulls up a memo. “She must have given him a test like ours, and these are the messages from that interaction.”
I read over the memo.
Cam:Do you give up?
Brandon:Yes. Now, turn my power back on.
Cam:Tell me what you want.
Brandon:I need you to create a program.
Cam:Have you considered YouTube tutorials?
