Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Gotcha, motherfucker.
Not wanting to risk this document falling into the wrong hands and disappearing again, I pull out my phone and take photos of every last page before closing the folder and resting it right on top of the pile. Having everything in order with the people I love protected, I let out a shaky breath, grab the pile of manila folders, and make my way into the precinct.
The Maserati drives like a wet dream on a late summer’s night, and it’s a shame it’ll get locked back in the garage, never to be touched again. A smile rests across my face, and with every new street I turn down, I crank the music up, never feeling so elated in my life.
Orlando Channing is going down, and everyone I love will receive the justice they deserve.
I fly down the street—past the tree that still holds the scars of my Honda slamming into it—and turn onto my road. As I pass Tanner’s house and pull into Orlando’s driveway, my very pissed-off boyfriend pushes off the edge of his mother’s car. He’s staring at me with crossed arms and a dark expression—as if he knows exactly what I’ve been doing.
I swallow hard and consider hitting the gas and taking off again, but Mom and Orlando will be back soon enough, and the last thing I want is to get caught in the act.
Pulling into Orlando’s driveway, I sit patiently, waiting for the garage door to open all the way before slowly creeping in, and by the time I cut the engine and get out of the car, Tanner is right there, his calculating stare locked on mine. “What the fuck are you doing?” he questions.
I give him a wide smile. “Oh hey,” I beam, guilty as shit. “I thought you were working out with the guys?”
“That was hours ago,” he states, fixing me with a hard stare. “What are you doing?”
I try to smother a smirk as I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?” I question, more than prepared to be a shady bitch. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Tanner rolls his eyes and drops his arms. “Babe,” he says with a pointed stare. “Why were you calling Logan and asking how to break into locked files?”
My mouth drops and I gape at him. “That little snitch.”
“Bri,” he warns, trying to get me back on track.
I shake my head and let my smile fly free before nodding toward Orlando’s front door. “Come on,” I tell him. “There’s something we need to do.”
His brows furrow, but I take off before he gets a chance to stop me. With no one home, Tanner races after me as I hurry through the house, beelining for the one room I’ve never been in—Orlando’s home office. “Killer,” Tanner says, following me into the obnoxiously big office. “What the fuck is going on? We shouldn’t be here. It’s only going to backfire on us.”
I whip around, fixing him with a wide smile as I tear my phone out of my back pocket and bring up the images of the rape kit report. “Look what I found today,” I tell him, handing it over before digging out every last incriminating photograph of him in Hope Falls and dropping it onto Orlando’s desk.
Tanner’s brows furrow as he reaches over to take my phone, flicking through the pictures, and the more he sees, the quicker his lips pull into a victorious smile. “Where the fuck did you get this?” he questions, before skimming over the photographs on the desk. “Are these—”
“Every last hard copy I could find,” I tell him.
“What?” he questions. “How?”
I glance away, knowing he won’t like what’s about to come out of my mouth. “I, uhhh, may have broken into Orlando’s office and wiped his computer clean of everything to do with you while also maybe copying every incriminating document onto a flash drive and handing it over to Detective Daniels.”
His eyes bug out of his head. “What?”
“Yeah, good times,” I grin, all too proud of myself. “Raiding his safe was the cherry on top though.”
Tanner presses his fingers to his temples, pacing the office. “Holy fuck,” he breathes before snapping his head back to me. “You showed them these pictures?” he questions, waving my phone around.
“No,” I tell him. “They’re our personal copies, but I made sure to give them the original report, signed and dated by whoever the dude was that tested the rape kit.”
Tanner storms into me, grabbing me around the waist and yanking me into his strong chest, the happiness in his eyes warming everything inside me. “She’s going to get her justice.”
I nod, looking up at my whole damn world.
His lips crash against mine, but before we get carried away, I push against his chest, pulling back from his kiss. He looks down at me, his brows furrowed in concern, but I quickly clear things up. “Umm, so, now that the cops have everything they need, I can almost guarantee they’ll be getting a warrant to raid this place, and I kinda figured we should double-check it first and make sure there are no more photos of you at … you know.”