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The lockscreen appears and I quickly override the password getting into the home page. As I download the contents of the laptop onto my hard drive, I quickly check the basics.
I search his history, his password keys, and his calendar. His home computer links with his work computer.
A date of interest pops up on his personal calendar. It draws my attention because it’s classified as a business meeting, but it isn’t on his business calendar. It also stands out because the meeting is at ten o’clock at night. And it looks as if it’s two weeks from now. At least I know now where to find him. I finish the scan of his laptop and close out of the computer.
I finish my pass of the house. Searching for anything else that may give me clues as to why this man has a connection to the Church. Once I’ve checked the home from top to bottom, I slip back out of the house as if I was never there.
I make sure to restart the cameras and the alarm before leaving the property. As soon as I climb back into my stolen car, my phone goes off.
That flutter feeling has me reaching for my phone without checking the caller first.
“Hello,” I say expecting to hear Summer’s voice on the other side of the line.
However, it’s not Summer that replies.
“You killed the bouncer?” the benefactor says with a chuckle.
I don’t react. Instead, I pull my laptop out of the bag and plug my phone into it. I go to the app Lucien showed me and press record.
I’m not shocked he knows about the bouncer, the body was found this morning.
“You told me to clean up,” I say a lot calmer than I was feeling. I have to be mindful of not only what I say, but also how I say it.
“If I didn’t know you so well, I wouldn’t have guessed who the torso belonged to.”
“You know me?”
As always, the benefactor imbeds small nuggets in his conversation.
“Like I know myself, Beastie,” I could hear the grin in his tone. “Although, I should tell you. The bouncer didn’t rat you out. But I bet you know that already.”
“I do.”
“Then why kill him?”
“If you know me so well. You tell me?” I ask, attempting to keep him on the phone as long as possible.
He laughs a deep laugh. “See, this is the Beast I wanted to get to know.” He pauses for a moment.
It lets me know he isn’t worried about me tracing him. Which means he has another burner phone. I expected he’d be too smart to call me on a traceable phone.
“Alright, I’ll tell you why,” he says. “I didn’t put pressure on him. I knew he was lying, but I didn’t press for the information. Which you knew. But you thought that if the wrong person really wanted to know about Summer, he wouldn’t be as lenient. And pressure burst pipes. So, you killed him because you couldn’t trust him to keep that information. It’s what I would have done.”
I don’t agree or disagree. He didn’t do anything special, he knew I was going to kill the bouncer before I went to see him. It’s why he left him alive. The benefactor wants me to clean up after myself.
However, my interest in the conversation once again piques as he mentions this infamous ‘wrong person’. The way he brings it up and speaks about them rings of familiarity.
“Your silence tells me I’m right.”
“Who is the wrong person to you?” I ask bypassing the game he’s trying to play.
I knew he had some affiliation with the wrong person from our last conversation. The silence after my question proves I’m on the right path.
“Wouldn’t you be more interested in how I got your number?”
He’s deflecting. Now I know for sure I’m on the right path. Whoever this wrong person is, is connected to the benefactor. Either by blood or some form of loyalty. It puts me in the mind of how we once were with the Church. Yet, he was adamant about not being affiliated with us.
“Considering my number is unlisted,” I say to answer his last comment. “And not under my name, I’m going to say you either got it by going through Summer’s line, or you were close enough to me at some point to use a device to scan my phone.”
