I watched her all fucking day and she didn’t move. As if she were hobbled by the gravity of bullshit she found herself in. I wasn’t really sure how much she knew about his side of things, but I could only hope she was innocent or all of this bullshit would be blown.
My jaw twitched when I saw him come in the room. I raised the binoculars to get a better view of the hardened face and dark eyes that played games and fucked minds. I wondered if he had any inkling the world he’d created was about to be shot to shit. Handcuffs or body bag? Which would it be?
I grunted with the intel I’d dug up on him. The stacks and stacks of files, the photos, a petty criminal record, and complaints of domestic abuse. His secrets weren’t buried as deep as he thought.
I watched her toss and turn in bed before I crawled out of the car and slid into the narrow alleyway and into their backyard. My eyes found the window he worked by, lit by a single lamp, hunched over his laptop. He was sipping something strong from a crystal tumbler and sweating over the mistakes. He knew something was wrong all right.
“Welcome to the shit list, motherfucker,” I mumbled, confident he wasn’t going anywhere tonight. In a matter of hours, their world would be turned upside down and front-page news for all of Chicago to dissect.
I’d watched her Googling the names earlier tonight, trying to piece together the facts in her own fogged mind. She was smart, but I had a feeling she only had half the clues, one side of the story.
I had the other piece of vital information that connected the entire intricate web. It’d been hard to find, taken me days of digging, but then one irrefutable piece of evidence had shown itself. One whisper thin piece of paper that had been buried for decades and brought the entire game into focus. I just wasn’t sure what would destroy her more, him or the secret.
