Page 47 of Double Edged Hearts
I probably landed myself in that one, and from the look of her I can’t lie. “It’s the same guy. He’s… just looking out for me.”
“And you can’t trust me with at least a name or a little more info than that?” She looks hurt. “I wouldn’t tell anybody. I’m sure you must trust me on some level to show me these pictures and talk about your suspicions. This is deep shit Cora. Now’s not the time to be withholding information.”
She’s right. “His name is … Alex. That’s all I can tell you. We’ve known each other for years and I guess I can say we were on and off. He can get information like this sometimes.”
She bites her lip and wrinkles her brows. “Is he dangerous Cora?”
I’m not sure how to answer that question.
Is Alex dangerous? Hell yes. But is he a danger to me?
“No… not to me.”
Touching her hand to her cheek she inclines her head and sharpens her gaze. “Can you trust him?”
That seems to be the question of my life at the moment. This time when I think of trusting Alex it’s a no brainer.
“I trust him,” I answer.
She looks relieved. “Okay. What can I do? I have to help.”
“Cover my back while I snoop?” I ask with a hopeful smile.
“Of course. That goes without saying. What about your device thing? Maybe I could help keep an eye out too.”
I pull the little gadget from my pocket and she looks at it, intrigued. “It’s not really set up like that. It just beeps when the number’s in use.”
“Okay, let’s do this. Let’s see what we can get,” she says.
I nod my agreement hoping I’ll find something.
* * *
I hate being here at night.
Lyndsey and I spent all day looking through Zack’s files on his work and home computer. We also searched through the phone calls he made over the last few days but came up with nothing that stood out of the ordinary. Everything was work related and looked legit. Too clean, so I’m going out on the limb to assume he might have another phone and possibly another email address he’s using for his extracurricular activities. It would make sense.
Lyndsey left an hour ago because she had a migraine, and I stayed behind to continue checking. There are a few more files on his home computer I wanted to look through before I call it a night.
It’s ten-thirty and I should have left at the same time as Lyndsey. Richard would freak if he knew I was still here.
I get up to get some coffee but the buzzing in my back pocket stops me mid stride. It’s the ghost tracker.
I pull it out and look at it vibrating, signaling Matvey’s number being used again.
Quickly I hook it up to my computer and just like yesterday the number lights up on the screen in a luminous blue. The number being called lights up in red. I tap the blue number and the location comes up showing the number is being used at a warehouse by the docks. I write down the address then tap on the number in red and freeze right up when the location reveals itself.
It’s here!
The location is here.
Oh my God… it’s here in the building.
