Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“I’m sure they would have been thorough when they investigated, Eva,” I said slowly.
“Really? So how didn’t they find it?”
When she put it like that, I could understand what she was getting at.
“So, you think he left the paper at your house in case they went digging through her stuff at any point to keep the attention off him?”
“Yes,” she nodded emphatically. “Or he accidentally dropped it into one of the boxes when he went through them to find his notebook.”
“Both are credible possibilities. It’d stop anyone who found out his real name or who searched for any accounts under Roy Green from tracing the money, too. How did no one find the secret one under your mom’s?”
She flipped the book open and skimmed the pages until she found what she was looking for.
Turning it to face me, she pointed at some details next to the letter E. “That’s the correct day and year of Mom’s birth, but the month she was born in was June, not July. The social security number is also two digits off.”
My head dropped back, and I glared up at the ceiling. “He had someone making fake details and accounts for him, so he’d be able to do that no problems. Shit.”
“Wait, he has someone doing creating fake details online for him?”
Lowering my head in surprise at the happiness in her voice, I nodded. “Yeah. We found out his real name and some of the other shit he’d done and concluded he had to have someone in his pocket who could do that. He took the details of some men with the name Roy Green, merged them, and created his own persona from them. The guy who helped him do it and set up the accounts has to be good at what he does, or it’d have come up during the investigation when so many banks had made errors like that.”
Jogging over to the coffee table, she picked up her phone and began typing on the screen. “My sister’s been a computer whizz since she was eight. I reckon the government would have her on some sort of watch list if they knew about her, but her level of whizz kid is that she’s even good enough to snoop around undetected by them all.”
I shook my head fiercely. “No, Eva. I’m not involving you guys in this shit. You’ve been through enough. I’ll feed this back to Harry and get one of his guys to look into it.”
Look totally unaffected, she wiggled her phone at me. “Too late, the text’s been sent.” No sooner had she said the last word, it beeped in her hand. “Oh, and she’s on her way over. You better call Harry and get him to meet us here.”
Seeing and hearing her determination, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed his number before holding it up to my ear.
Relaying it all to him and telling him where to meet us, I hung up and bit out, “Once you’ve told him everything and he has what he needs, your involvement in this ends, Eva. I will not have you putting yourself in danger.”
Her smile was sweet but strained. “You don’t have the right to tell me what to do, remember?”
Closing the distance between us, I looked into her eyes, letting her see my determination. “If you think there’s a chance in hell this is over, you’re very mistaken. We need to sit down and have a discussion, one where I tell you where I’m at and where you let your heart guide you, instead of your brain.”
She began shaking her head almost immediately, but I continued, “You’ve spent so many years not allowing your brain and heart to trust people that throwing up those defenses comes easy to you, but not this time. I’m not going to do it while all of this is going on because you’ll convince yourself it’s for the money and not because I care more for you than I’ve ever cared for anyone.”
“And how will I know I can trust you after it all? What’s the difference going to be?” Her expression was smug, like she knew there wasn’t one thing that’d make that happen, making my own turn equally smug.
Leaning down, so our noses were barely an inch apart, I said seriously, “There’ll be nothing between us, not one damn thing that you can convince yourself is an excuse why we can’t be together.”
Her smile faltered. “And if I can’t trust you?”
“You will,” I assured her confidently.
Whatever she was about to reply was cut off by the door opening and a voice calling, “I’m here and armed with my laptop. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Eva’s eyes widened. “That’s Laura.”
“Good. It’s about time we fucked with Tyson Randall’s life and got Connie out of prison.”