Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Can be if you want me to be.”
“I’m down for that. I’ll be back at three.”
“Well,” I say, giving him a wink as I turn toward the door, “I’ll see you then.”
“You’re somethin’ else, Gabby,” he calls out to me just before I open the door.
“Oh, I know.”
He doesn’t even know the half of it.
Poor guy.
THANKFULLY, I PAID attention to where the cameras at the garage are—a month or so ago some crazy bitch tried to burn it down and there was a shit load of damage, so for now, they’re working out of only half of it. The other half is nearly repaired, but because of that, they installed cameras. If you go through the backdoor, though, there are none. They only face the front.
There is a key that opens the backdoor as this is the one we use to get in on early shifts. I carefully go in after the lunchtime rush at Wildflowers, when things are a whole lot quieter. The clubhouse is literally right there, so it’s somewhat of a mission to sneak in without being seen, but I manage. Everyone is tired after last night, so the house is quiet and nobody seems to be around. Still, I have to be very careful. As soon as I’m in, I close the door and lock it again and then rush into the reception area. As far as I know there are no cameras in here, but before I step in, I have a good glance around just to be sure.
Doesn’t look like it.
I’ve only seen screens for the cameras out front and there is also one inside the garage that the guys turn off when they’re working. Still, I can’t be too sure. Once I’m certain it’s clear, I go to the large office at the back and use the keys, praying one of them unlocks it. It does and, in seconds, I’m inside. I carefully close the door behind me and look around. It’s a very neat office, and Riggs is always working in here, more so than the club. There are locked drawers and filing cabinets, as well as a safe.
I know he keeps money from out front in the safe, here’s hoping he doesn’t keep all the information I need in there, too.
There is one more key on the key chain, and considering the roller doors in the garage open with push buttons inside, I figure the last one must unlock something in the office. I’m wrong, it unlocks nothing, meaning it must be for the front door. Frustrated, I start searching around for a key to unlock the filing cabinet. It takes me a good twenty minutes, but I finally find a stash of keys hanging off a bookshelf. I use them and, thankfully, they unlock the cabinet.
There is nothing in there but customers files. Frustrated, I dig through to no avail. There is nothing in there that’s helpful. I go to the desk next, rifling through the papers. There isn’t much, but in the last pile, right at the bottom, I do find an invoice. It stands out because it’s for a customer, but the items on the list aren’t something that are usually written on an invoice. The description states it was a service of goods and transport of essentials.
I’ve not seen an invoice state that. Usually, the garage invoices are broken down into categories of what is done to that particular car. This is just one statement, and the amount is a lot, like more than I’ve seen charged. I take a photo of it, and then I go back to the filing cabinet and find the file for that customer’s name.
Bingo.
When I open it, there are invoices but all of them are odd. Strange descriptions that could be explained away as garage stuff, but also way too high in amounts to fit the bill. Whoever this customer is, they’re dealing with him by running things through the garage, but they’re certainly not fixing any cars. I take photos of everything in the file, from receipts to phone numbers and even the address of said person.
If I’m right, then Riggs is smart as hell because running any illegal shit through his business keeps his nose clean. It’s genius. I would imagine he has plenty of other customers hidden in this mix who he is doing the same thing with. Way to get dirty money clean, hide transactions, and do your business without getting caught. I take snapshots and then put everything back just the way I found it.
I am just finished locking the office when I hear the backdoor open. Freaking out, I rush around the side of the reception desk, climbing in underneath it just in time to hear the office door open and male voices fill the space. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t know where you put them?”