Page 196 of Reaper
“On our way, Reaper,”Razor replies.
I look around his closet a bit closer. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but there are a few boxes on the shelf running across the top of the rod. Reaching up, I grab one and open it up only to curl my lip in disgust.
“He’s definitely been keeping an eye on you, Darlin’.”
Lark leans in closer, a gasp escaping her at seeing the box full of pictures Zac had printed of her. A few of them are smudged and have a residue on them I’m almost certain is dried cum as I look through a few of them. Loki pulls out his phone and takes a few pictures before stepping out of the closet. Looking over my shoulder, I notice he’s also taking pictures of the sex doll in the corner.
Closing up the box, I put it back and quickly look through the others, but they contain various odds and ends and memorabilia Zac kept from his childhood.
“What’d you find?” Razor asks from behind me, as I close up the last box, putting it back where it was.
“Darlin’, can you step out so Razor and Ryder have room to look at this?”
Lark does as I ask and I stand off to the side, letting them come in closer. “Look in the back corner. There’s a lip that runs vertically and there’s a keyhole. Are you able to pick it?”
“Should be able to,” Ryder says as he crouches down to get a closer look. “Looks like it’s a normal key lock.”
“At least it’s not a medeco, abloy, or DOM lock,” Razor mutters and he chuckles when he notices my confusion. “They’re three of the hardest locks to pick,” he explains and I nod.
“It doesn’t look like there’s any rigging for alarms, at least from this side,” Ryder says and I hope like fuck that there isn’t anything from the inside that will alert Zac that we’re here and found his hidden room. Pushing up my sleeve, I look at my watch and frown when I realize we’ve already been inside for about ten minutes.
“Perimeter team, are we still clear?”I ask.
“Affirmative,”Odin replies.
“Python, Smoke, where is his tracker showing?”
“He’s still showing at Lark’s tavern,”Python replies.
“Good. Keep us posted, we might have found something.”
“Will do, Pres.”
“Got it,” Razor says before packing up his tools. He then slides the door a fraction of an inch and waits a moment.
“We just opened a hidden door. Any change with Zac?”he asks.
“No change,”Smoke replies.
Razor looks back at me and I give him a chin lift. “Open it. If it triggers an alarm, we’ll just have to be quick.”
Razor returns my chin lift and slides open the pocket door.
“Shit,” I mutter as I take in the room and follow Razor into it, ducking low to avoid hitting my head on the shelf and stepping over a pile of boots and shoes. “Fucking hell.”
“Fucking hell, is right,” Ryder says in agreement as he steps in beside me. “How did none of us realize the other rooms are smaller than they should have been considering we saw how big it was outside?”
“I don’t know, but we need to get pictures of all of this.”
“Oh, fuck,” Lark mutters as she steps up beside me. She slips a trembling hand in mine, and I give her hand a squeeze, trying to comfort her, because ‘oh fuck’ is right.
In front of us is a large cork board that has a map of Junction Creek and the surrounding area pinned to it. Lark’s house and supper club are marked on the map in red circles, and next to the supper club is another circle with a handwritten ‘tavern’ inside it. Below the map, there are pictures of both buildings burning. Next to that cork board, are blueprints of all three buildings that he’s written notes on. There are even notes pinned to the board for how he sabotaged the fire alarms, the security feed, the windows, doors, steps, all of it. The cork board on the far wall is even bigger—it’s the width of the other two boards combined and twice as tall. Numerous pictures of Lark are pinned to it.
Pictures of Lark at her family’s house.
At work in both the supper club and the tavern.
Of her around town.
