Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
He held my gaze, a spark now lit. “Chances are good. I mean, you showed up with your lawyer.”
I scoffed but opened the door with no problem. “Comes in handy, your law degree.”
He snorted, following me inside.
I half expected to hear an alarm pierce the air, but I was wrong about that, and I was also wrong about the music. It remained muted, coming from somewhere below. Logan whistled as we walked through the kitchen. “Drink, anyone?” he remarked, perusing the very large supply of alcohol. He picked up a few bottles and whistled again before putting them back. “It’s a school night—or school morning—and Mr. Moreaux’s parents are very much not in attendance. What would the PTA say about this? Hell, what would our board say about this?” He was being sarcastic, but he had a point.
I motioned to him. “Step back.” I raised my phone, taking a few snaps.
“What are you doing?”
I took a video, starting on the booze and circled around, turning it off right before I got to my brother. I pocketed my phone. “Evidence.”
His eyebrows shot up. “For the board? I was joking. All those guys are the same. They won’t blink at their kids throwing a party or even getting arrested.”
I shrugged as I walked back out to the main hallway and looked around. “You never know. Moreaux is the next-biggest shareholder after us and Nate. What other incriminating shit might we see here?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. We were here to get my daughter, but before we did that…
Logan’s grin turned wolfish once again. He rubbed his hands together. “You’re ruining my hard-on to go back east. All this fun we’re having? I’m never going to want to leave again.”
“Maybe it’s time you moved back.”
He didn’t reply to that, instead pursing his lips and led the way down the hall on the first floor. “Wanna bet the office is down here?”
“No bet. It’s always on the first floor.”
We found it, and while the music raged beneath our feet, we went through Phillip Moreaux’s office. Logan was on the computer, searching around.
“You got in?”
He lifted the mousepad. “Dumbass tapes his password here.”
“Right.” I studied the screen, noting all the files on there.
“You got any more USBs handy?” he asked.
I snorted but handed over the one from earlier. “I bet there’s still space on there.”
He took it. “Search upstairs. Keep your phone handy. I’ll do this and do a search for any security cameras, just in case.”
“The Moreauxs won’t have cameras in here.”
“You don’t think?”
“No way. And if they do, they aren’t on. His kid is throwing a party with that amount of booze out there? Phillip Moreaux won’t want evidence of that shit. Or anything else that might happen in this house. We haven’t even gone downstairs yet.” A dark look passed between us. “Should we go down there first?” Logan asked.
I went out into the hallway. “No. Maddy is fine. If we have to worry about anything, it’s what she might be doing to the other kids. We won’t get this chance again, and you never know when it might come in handy. I’ll be fast upstairs.”
“Fast, but thorough,” he called after me.
I darted up the stairs and started my walk-through. Most of what was up here were guest bedrooms—nothing in there except the usual things. Beds. Towels. Televisions. I checked the primary bedroom, taking my time going through the drawers, the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, the closet. There were a couple safes, but I left them alone because both were locked. This might be the beginning of a new criminal career and I’d advanced fast, but not enough to have the skill to get into a safe.
There was nothing significant about the primary bedroom. No personal items. There wasn’t a lot of clothes either. There was no makeup or jewelry on the dresser or in the bathroom. The parents didn’t stay here.
One of the guest bedrooms was being used and I went through that room too, but there wasn’t much to find. Clothes. Toiletries spread out over the counter. Another laptop on the desk. A few framed pictures.
The kid’s bedroom was last.
The door was open, which meant he was likely downstairs with the rest at the party. At first glance it was obvious that the kid lived here. His room was full of his things. A gaming system was in the corner. Two chairs on the floor. Snacks stashed everywhere. His school homework was tossed to the side. His closet was full of clothes.
There was a good amount of drugs in a hidden drawer. The kid wasn’t too smart. The fake bottom was too high up. Anyone would’ve lifted it to see what was underneath, if they were looking.
I took more pictures and a video to make sure there was no doubt where I was. There were more pills in the bathroom. I gave his backpack a quick toss. The only thing I wanted to search thoroughly was his laptop, but I didn’t move it. It would be password protected, and this kid wasn’t going to keep his password under a mousepad. He was a lot more high-tech than his father. Though, I was a little thankful I’d been the one to find the laptop. Logan might’ve just stolen it.