Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I glance back at Paige. A man can dream, can't he?
There's a click in the door behind the ticket booth and the lady pulls it open. “Quickly,” she hisses, now fully on board as a co-conspirator. “Before someone sees.”
I smile as I slip by. “Thank you. You're doing us a huge favor.”
“There's a post-it on the screen with the username and password.” She looks at us, then at the book on the counter. “Please, please, don't mess anything up. I'm risking my job here. She puts her hand on Paige’s arm, stopping her for a second. “You’re a very lucky woman. They’re… wow. You know?”
“Yep,” Paige squeaks, not making eye contact.
As soon as we’re all in the back office, Poe throws himself over the computer, tapping in the username and password without even looking at the fucking keyboard.
“She pinched my ass!” Savage snarls. “What the fuck?”
With a grin, I stretch out my arms, cracking my knuckles. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, but did you have to make her think I’m a total freak?” Paige asks. “Couldn’t you have told her that the three of you were getting busy down there?” She tries to smack my arm, but I block it, capturing her wrist in my fist. She tries with the other hand and I trap that too.
“And you were what? Watching? Ease up. We needed to get in here and we did. I’m sure you’d never do anything that disgusting and we’re not your types, so relax.”
“That’s not what I meant!” She blushes. “I mean, right. Of course.”
All three of us watch her curiously, but she presses her lips into a tight line, refusing to elaborate.
“When were you last here?” Poe asks.
“Two days ago. Probably around six I guess? It was right after I finished my shift at the diner.”
He nods, scrolling through files. “Found you.” He points at the screen.
We all watch as the grainy footage shows Paige looking back and forth nervously before making a beeline to the locker. This time, instead of coming up empty, she pulls a duffel bag part way out of the locker and unzips it. It’s hard to make out what’s inside, but she moves some things around and then clearly peels a few bills off the top of a bound stack before stashing everything away again. That doesn’t mean there’s a million dollars in there, but it definitely supports that part of her story.
“See! I’m not lying. The money really was there.”
Savage puts a hand on her shoulder. “Okay, okay. Give him time to work.”
Poe is laser focused, fast forwarding through the past two days of footage. It's boring as fuck. The occasional luggage. A couple drug deals, but anytime there's movement, he slows it down, just long enough to dismiss, then back to hyper speed.
Paige is more interesting to watch. Leaning over the desk, she’s giving me a sweet view of her ass in her tight black pants. Shit, I shouldn’t have laid it on so thick for Georgia. Now it’s got me thinking of Paige in ways I probably shouldn’t. Like wrapping my fist in her long, thick hair and making her arch that back while she takes me.
I've been away from the club for too long. I adjust my pants before she turns around and realizes what she's doing to me. I can daydream later.
“There. Watch. Early this morning.” Poe’s finger traces the screen as a skinny guy with greasy hair goes down the row, checking different lockers. He’s got a master key or something, since he unlocks each one easily. As he riffles through people’s things, he occasionally pulls stuff out and pockets it. When he gets to Paige’s locker, he slides out the bag and almost falls over when he looks inside.
“He fucking works here.” Savage points at his jacket with the station logo. “Either that or he stole a uniform.”
“Would explain how he's got a master key. That would be a good thing, actually. Makes it easier to figure out who he is.” Poe scratches his chin as he thinks.
“Can you make it any clearer?”
Poe snorts. “Sure, I’ll just hit enhance a couple times.” When I don’t laugh—because who the fuck knows what computers can even do anymore—he throws up his hands. “No, but I can zoom in and try to get a shot of his face. We're not exactly talking super hi-def equipment here.” Poe flips between different cameras until he finds a better angle and takes a screenshot.
“Works for me. Can you print it out or something?”
“Nah. Better.” He pops up some other program and starts clicking around. “Company intranet.”
“Uh sure.”
A moment later, he’s scrolling through a page full of employee information. Poe adjusts some search settings, and a short list of people pops up, including their names and faces. One of them is our kinky romance-loving friend at the counter, but two names farther down, we find our guy. It's gotta be.