Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Her home address was in the information, so that was where I started. It wasn’t much to look at—that was for damn sure. The place was falling apart.
When she walked out of the front door, I was relieved. I’d wondered if Wilder had gotten it wrong.
Merce Dancastle attended many of the same functions I was forced to go to with my father. He always had some elite socialite on his arm. Most of those females had fathers in politics, like him. This girl checked none of those boxes.
She climbed on the back of a red Vespa, and momentarily, I caught myself questioning her safety, then remembered I wasn’t here to protect her. I stayed far enough behind so that I wasn’t noticed, although I didn’t think she was paying any attention to who was following her. I did ease in, narrowing the distance, making sure other cars didn’t get too close, when some fucker in a sports car almost ran her off the road. Hell, I couldn’t help it. That electric scooter thing didn’t look safe enough to have out on the main roads like she was doing.
Why was the Dancastle douchebag letting her drive that?
I’d question why she didn’t have a car, but from the looks of her house, I assumed she couldn’t afford it. Another thing Dancastle Junior could have given her easily.
When she turned onto the Howison College campus, I was surprised. There were no records about her attending any college, much less an elite private one. This was an expensive college. The Vespa was out of place with the luxury vehicles packing the parking lots.
I hadn’t gone over all Merce’s information like I should have. Maybe this was where he attended.
When she parked, I did the same but several rows over from her. She seemed oblivious to anything else happening around her. Someone should talk to her about paying attention to her surroundings. I began trailing her as she made her way toward a science building.
Instead of going inside, she stopped by a large oak tree and leaned back against it before digging into the worn crossbody bag she was wearing. I tried not to focus too much on the way the strap pushed her tits up, revealing a distracting cleavage. I wasn’t here to lust, even if her ass looked fantastic in those jeans.
A guy slowed down close to her, and she pulled out some papers, then held them out for him. He snatched them quickly to tuck into his backpack. The grin on his face as he spoke to her was annoying. His gaze dropped to her tits as he reached out his hand toward her again. The money that he tried to slyly slide into her palm before pulling his hand away and tucking it into his front pocket made this even more interesting.
Had he just paid her for the papers she’d handed him? There wasn’t any other reason for the transaction.
Puzzled, I tried to move in closer.
Two more guys stopped by after that one left, and the exact same process played out. She handed over papers, and they slipped her cash. I couldn’t see what was on those papers, but we were on a college campus, which led me to believe that she was either selling them answers to tests or doing their actual assignments.
It seemed pool wasn’t her only hustle. She could very easily be writing their papers or essays. I’d seen her high school GPA, which had gotten her full-ride offers to several universities.
When the last guy walked away, she started back to the sidewalk and headed down to another building. I stayed where I was until she slowed and turned. Keeping my eyes on her, I followed until I saw her go inside a history building.
What was she doing in there? She didn’t go to school here. I was positive she wasn’t enrolled. That wasn’t something that Wilder would have missed. I assumed she was just here to hand out papers and get paid.
I waited several minutes, and she didn’t emerge, so I debated on going inside to check on her. I had been planning on following her to the pool hall to “run into” her again.
Was she going into classes? Possibly sitting in on them? But why would she go sit in a class she got no credit for? Just to write papers for others? That seemed like a living hell. There were better ways to make money. From what I knew of her, it seemed more likely that she was hacking into the system and getting test answers to sell.
Before I reached the door, I decided going inside was too risky. I didn’t want her to know I was stalking her. That would mess things up. Instead, I went over to find a spot to sit in the shade, keeping me partially hidden from view.