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2008.Yes.
My skin heated at the entry from 1 Jan 2008:
Dear Diary,
I think I’ve gone crazy. I’m seeing a married man and not just any old married man. I’ll just refer to him as E.G.
I used to frown on anything like this. Cheating and being the other woman. I just couldn’t help myself. Today was the fourth time I’d slept with him, his wife was out of town.
I feel so ashamed, but yet so alive.
I could never tell anyone. They wouldn’t understand.
God there was more. More about E. G.—Elliot Granger.
Nothing about anyone else. The entries ended, but there wasn’t anything there I could class as dirt other than the fact that they were having an affair.
I got to the last diary, but my fingernails tapped against the bottom of the chest and it sounded hollow.
Hollow, maybe like there was another compartment hidden underneath.
I moved everything aside and saw there was something more to the bottom. Oh God there really was. There was a little latch that slid across the wooden base. I moved it and it popped open.
My breath hitched in my lungs as I opened the section and saw all manner of things. Memory sticks and printed pictures of screen shots. I picked up one of them and it was a screen shot of a folder on a computer that was labelled Death census 1700. There was another called Votes for 2008 election.
I took the memory stick and rushed over to the laptop to see what was on it.
On the screen before me was files labelled The Evidence Locker. I clicked on the file and when it opened I saw full well what it was.
There was a spreadsheet with names. Guys I’d recognized from my time watching the news as men who should have gone to prison for life, for murder or rape or some dangerous crime. Next to the names were listings of evidence and where they’d been placed. It looked to me like a record system of all the dirt that was stored on people. When I clicked on the link it took me to documents all signed by Elliot Granger.
I must have gotten to the tenth before I stopped and clicked back in on the file.
Wait there was another folder. I clicked on that and what I saw was even worse.
It was a folder full of emails. Emails that looked like plans to assassinate various people including the president. The emails went back and forth between someone with a Russian name I couldn’t pronounce.
This was it.
I had finally found the answer.
The dirt.
So here’s how I thought the story went.
Christina was pregnant, the baby was Elliot’s. She had told him and he didn’t want to have anything to do with her. So … in her rage she got all this stuff together. I didn’t know how she got it, but she had. She got it and must have threatened him.
So he killed her.
He killed her …
I broke down, completely broke down.
Dante …
I’d have to tell him.
Chapter 27
