“Yes, thank you,” Lauren said.“And there is something you can help with.”She spun out the chair beside her, beckoning Jamie over.
“You’re official?”Cam asked Jamie as he sank into the offered chair.
“As official as he can be,” Aidan said.“And I’ve brought him up to speed.”
“Excellent.”Lauren pushed one of the laptops toward him.“I got pulled off decrypting Vaughn’s work computer before I could finish.”
“I’m on it.”Jamie pulled the computer toward him with thinly concealed glee, the hacker gleam bright in his too-blue eyes.His fingers hit the keyboard, and he was lost to the rest of the world.
Returning his focus to Lauren, Cam asked, “What did you find on Harris’s computer?”
She reached for the wires in the middle of the table, plugged them into Harris’s laptop, and his desktop display appeared on the in-wall monitor, a picture of his wife and baby.Cam had the strong suspicion they were the reason Harris did everything.They disappeared as Lauren opened the applications folder and double-clicked the icon for the same whole-home security system Cam had on the rental.
“You were right about the security system,” Lauren said.“And about Vaughn visiting earlier in the day.”
“I’m sensing a but.”
“But...”she drew it out.“I think wrong about the cause of death.I think he may have actually committed suicide.”
She hit Play, and a view of Harris’s front porch appeared, Vaughn and his muscle waiting impatiently at the door.
Nic tensed beside him, shoulders up, hands clenched.Tightly coiled, observing, determining how and when to strike.A far cry from the man who’d debated over the doughnut order less than an hour ago.He was no longer Dominic Price, boyfriend, but Dominic Price, attorney, and the SEAL who was scratching just beneath the surface.Ready to explode.Cam knocked a knee against his under the table, letting him know he was there.Nic’s shoulders ticked down a hair.With the day ahead, Cam counted that tempering of the fuse a win.
“Time?”Aidan asked.
Lauren popped up the time stamp on-screen, then fast-forwarded five minutes until Harris answered the door.
“He was stashing the computer,” Cam said.
“Probably,” Aidan replied.
When the door finally opened, Harris tried to prevent them from entering, arguing with Vaughn that now wasn’t a good time, that he had a conference call to attend to, but the goons cleared a path for their boss, easily shoving rail-thin Harris aside.
And then nothing.
“We have anything from inside?”
“No, unfortunately, but there’s this.”She fast-forwarded twenty minutes to the front door opening again, Harris looking noticeably paler as he saw Vaughn and his men out.
“You made the right decision, Harris,” Vaughn said, clapping his shoulder.“I’m sure you’ll keep making them.”And then he left, down the front porch steps, bodyguards on his six.
For his part, Harris appeared dazed and devastated, holding himself up by the door.
“He was still alive when they left,” Aidan observed.
Lauren nodded.“There’s no evidence they came back on any of the cameras, which were inactive later in the evening.”
“Whatever Vaughn said to him inside,” Cam said, “it was enough to push him to?—”
“It doesn’t make sense,” Aidan interrupted.“He loses everything if he commits suicide.No life insurance payout, restrictions on his retirement, he leaves his family with nothing.”
“If there was anything left there to even give,” Cam added.
“Not everything.”Nic finally spoke up.“Did you scan in the real estate documents from the folder you gave me yesterday?”he asked Lauren.
She nodded, and they appeared on-screen a second later.
“In Harris’s package, there was a reconveyance.Unsigned and undated, so I didn’t think anything of it then.”
