"I love me a good 'whatever' too," Boner said, having taken a breath after his brief rant.
I snorted and turned back to Cass. "What else have you found? Or not found?"
"He has an email app, but all of the email has been deleted. Even the trash." Cass' frustration was evident in his tone, and the way he shoved his hair back off his face.
"If we didn't already know he's evil, we'd really know now," Boner said. "What kind of person doesn't have at least two hundred unread emails sitting in their inbox?"
He shook his head, looking so confounded I almost believed he was sincere. If it wasn't for the sparkle in his blue eyes, I might have thought he was. Of course, he never took anything seriously for long.
"I don't," I said. "I read them and delete the unnecessary ones. These days, most of them are from scammers, singing the praises of Angel's Rest and offering to market the restaurant more broadly." I rolled my eyes. AI had its uses, but this new scammy spam was irritating.
Boner snapped his fingers. "I get those too, that's why I don't check my email. Also, by the sound of it, you don't deleteeverything in sight. That means you're not as evil as Fairfield was."
I wasn't sure if that was what it meant, but I'd take it for now. I didn't want to be compared to him in any way. He was the worst kind of devil. One who deserved to suffer in the pits of hell.
Me? I was the avenging angel who put him there.
"What about text messages and calls?" I asked.
"Absolutely nothing," Cass said. "Wiped clean. If it wasn't for how old this phone looks, I'd think he picked it up this morning and only added his contacts." His frown deepened.
"Why leave his contacts on there?" I asked.
"My guess is he's finished with any messages he sent or received, so he deleted them,” Cass said slowly. "Emails too. The only thing he needed was his contacts."
"Makes sense," I said reluctantly. "We should take a look at the three photos he left on there." If they were important enough that he didn't delete them, they might be useful to us.
It seemed unlikely they were nothing more harmful than some funny memes, especially given the lack of social media apps on the phone. Shame, I could have done with a good laugh right then.
Cass glanced up at me.
"You can step aside," I told him.
"Yeah, let us take a gander." Boner gripped the back of Cass' chair to roll him away from the desk.
Before he could, Cass placed his hands to either side of the keyboard, his fingers spread wide, as though somehow he could hold on like that. As if Boner couldn't pull the chair all the way back from the desk.
"I can do this," he said firmly. "If I'm going to be a part of this, then I need to suck it up."
"You don't need to suck anything up," I said.
"Unless…" Boner said meaningfully.
When I glanced at him, he grinned. "What? I'd never turn down a perfectly good blow job. Have you seen that mouth of his?" He gestured toward Cass, whose face promptly turned pink.
I absolutely had seen Cass' mouth, and felt his lips and tongue on my pussy. For a guy who blushed as much as he did, he knew what he was doing. He also knew how to tell me what he wanted, in no uncertain terms. The sweet Cass and the dominant Cass; I couldn't decide which one I liked better.
Fortunately, they coexisted in one body, so I didn't have to choose.
"Anyway," I said, tearing my mind from those thoughts and forcing them back to the present. "None of us wants to see those photos, but we need to. Anyone who decides they can't take it can walk away."
I included myself in that. Sometimes it got too much, even for me. I was all too aware at some point I might see photos of my sister and the things they did to her.
Nothing could ever prepare me for that. Was that what I was about to witness? Coffee and apple turned in my stomach.
"We could spend all night talking about it or we could—" Boner leaned over and moved the cursor to the folder containing the photos. Double-clicking on the trackpad, he opened it.
"Well…fuck," he whispered.
