Page 102 of Unbound

Will it royally suck if he turns out to be corrupt and evil and not just an adulterer with a gambling habit? Yes. Is that going to stop me? Absolutely the fuck not.

I want bad men—and women—to be taken down, regardless of who they are to me.

“Do you see that?” Heidi moves her cursor across my screen as we study our fifth feed, indicating a shadowy area on a side street near McKinley Security Systems. She restarts the video, and I can just make out movement from one corner to the next. “I think that’s our guy.”

I lean closer as something catches my eye. “Play it again.”

The next time the strange flicker appears, I’m ready for it. “There.” I point at the spot low to the ground, then realize Heidi can’t tell what I’m indicating. Grabbing my own mouse, I land my arrow right over the oddly located area. “Is that a dog?”

Heidi squints. “Oh shit. It is.” Her lip curls into a snarl. “That motherfucker is using that sweet baby to make it seem like he has a reason to be there.”

“What are you doing?”

I nearly come out of my seat at the closeness of Maren’s voice.

Slapping a hand to my chest, I fall back in my chair. “You just scared the shit out of me.”

She crosses both arms, eyes narrowing on me from where she stands at the edge of Walker’s desk. “I don’t know why. I said your name like three times after I came in.” Her focus moves to the computer in front of me as she shifts closer. “What are you guys doing?”

Since the issues between her and I started with a lie, I probably shouldn’t add fuel to that fire. “Going through camera footage from the streets outside.”

The perpetual frown Maren wears around me deepens. “Why?”

I hesitate. Not because I don’t trust Maren. I’ve seen how protective she is of Trevor and his family, so I don’t for a second think she would go around telling people about something like this. But I do think she will blame all this shit on me, and that’s probably something we will never recover from.

Unfortunately, throwing good lies after bad isn’t really an option, so I admit, “A team from Alaskan Security found pictures of me and Walker leaving work yesterday.”

Maren’s brows lift. “Where?”

I wince a little. “At my townhouse.”

I wait for her to start screaming at me about how she knew the shooting was all my fault and that I’m the one responsible for the hole in Trevor’s leg. Instead, Maren drops both arms so she can lean one against the desk. “That sucks.” Her eyes move over my computer screen. “So you’re looking to see if you can find who took them?”

I nod. “Heidi’s teaching me how to find all the cameras in an area and go through their feeds.”

Maren’s eyes come my way. “I didn’t know McKinley had cameras all around.”

Admitting I’m probably responsible for the shooting suddenly seems way less problematic than admitting I’m totally cool with doing shit that’s probably super illegal. But again, liar liar, Maren might set me on fire.

“They’re not cameras owned by McKinley.” I try to sound casual. Like it’s no big deal. I just happened to come across some random cameras that I could zip right into.

Maren’s eyes widen. “So you can hack into cameras we don’t own?”

“As long as they use an accessible server…” I cringe. “Yes?”

Maren’s jaw goes slack. “That’s kinda cool.”

“Really?” I sit a little straighter, relieved at not being shanked with whatever sharp item she could reach the fastest.

“Of course, really.” She squints at the screen. “Did you find them?”

“Maybe.” I ask Heidi to back the recording up, then point to the man walking his dog. “We think it might be him. He seems to pause just before he goes out of view, lifting one hand in the direction of our building at the exact same time Walker and I are pulling out.”

I expect Maren to say something, but she’s silent beside me. I turn, thinking maybe she can’t make out the figure. But she’s staring right at him.

And has gone completely pale.

“What’s wrong?” My eyes snap from her to the screen. “Did you see something else?”