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Acouple of weeks ago, I received a letter from the company that owned my mortgage. It had been sold. While it was unexpected, I didn't think anything of it.
Until the morning after Brody broke up with me when I got another notice, this time that my car loan had been sold, too.
To the same company.
Though I hadn't seen her since she'd gotten up that morning, I knocked on Sierra's door, letters in hand. Even though it was a Tuesday, we'd both been able to take the day off because Lee had proven herself to be an incredible help.
I hated to bother her because I knew she was trying to get some work done, but this seemed too convenient to be a coincidence. Especially since Monica had threatened me not too long ago.
"Come in," Sierra called.
I stuck my head in the door and nearly laughed aloud. Sierra was lying facedown on her bed, her laptop in front of her. Her haphazard messy bun was lying on the side of her head.
"You alive?" I asked.
"Barely," she answered, her voice muffled by the comforter.
"Could I bribe you to look up something for me?" I asked. "I'll make you a cup of coffee."
"Only if it's a big one."
"That's what all the girls say."
"Shut up and tell me what you need. Then go make me some coffee."
I laughed and sat down on the bed next to her. "I got a letter from my mortgage company a few days ago saying that my loan had been sold. I didn't think much of it until I got another one today from the bank that carries my car loan. It's been sold as well. To the same company."
Sierra's head popped up and she looked at me. "Well, that's interesting."
"Think you can find out who owns the company?" I asked.
She gave me a droll look. "Contrary to popular belief, I cannot hack into any and all systems. However, you could probably Google the company and find that out on their website. Or at least who the CEO and COO are."
"Gee, you're so helpful," I drawled.
Sierra sighed and sat up, reaching for her laptop. "Give me a sec and I'll see."
I waited on the end of the bed as she typed away. She frowned and turned the screen toward me. "Recognize this guy?"
"Ronald Shelton? No, but—"
Sierra turned the computer back around and started typing away again. "Hmmm. Let's see what social media has to say about Mr. Shelton."
Her eyes widened as she clicked and typed, moving way too fast.
"Is my internet speed even fast enough to keep up with you?"
Sierra's eyes flashed to me. "I got this."
I lifted my hands and shut my mouth. A few moments later, she huffed out an incredulous laugh.
"See someone you know?" she asked.
An enlarged Facebook picture was on the screen. In the center was Ronald Shelton with his arm around none other than Monica Murphy. She stood between Ronald and Brody with a small smile on her face. She looked confident, even self-satisfied. But she didn't look happy, even with the smile on her face.
"Ronald Shelton is Monica's uncle. He owns several companies, including the loan company that bought your mortgage and car loan."
