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Cam didn't go see Brody right away. No, she wanted to surprise him. It wasn't until the next day that she arranged to have a meeting with him just before lunch.
I had to admit, I was impressed with her sneaky skills. Cam was usually so forthright and honest that I'd forgotten how manipulative she could be when she put her mind to it.
It was probably my fault because I was a bad influence.
After her "appointment" with Brody, she was going to meet me at the bank so we could handle the transfer of funds so she could pay off her mortgage. Mr. McFadden, bless his heart, had done what I asked with little fuss and quite quickly.
He'd known me for years and knew that Cam was like a sister to me, so he didn't even bother to try and talk me out of my plan.
I could tell she was keyed up when she came into the bank, but I couldn't ask her what happened. There were too many people in the bank and most of them were trying, and failing, to listen to every word we said without letting on that they were.
It wasn't until we got home and had the door shut behind us that I turned on her and asked, "What happened? I can't tell if you're pissed or unhappy or if it all worked out."
Cam huffed out a laugh and answered, "A little of all three." Her eyes were pained when she said, "I hate to ask for more since you've already given me so much, but I still need your help. And so does Brody."
My eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure I want to help him," I answered honestly.
"He's trying to protect me, but I won't let that bitch control his life for another second," she answered, her voice vibrating with anger.
Oh, she was definitely more than a little pissed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What bitch?" I assumed she was talking about Monica, but I wanted a little more clarification.
"His ex," she said, confirming my suspicions. "She wants him back and she's threatening his custody of Jacks to get him to fall in line."
I couldn't control the lift of my eyebrows. That was shocking considering how much disdain she'd shown for him so far. "Seriously? That sounds like one of those TV dramas you're always watching."
"I wish it was fiction," she answered on half a laugh and half a sob.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"You know those hacking skills you mentioned?"
I grinned and knew I likely resembled the Cheshire cat. "What hacking skills?"
"I know she's got secrets, Sierra," Cam said as she stepped closer. "Will you help me by digging them up? If we have something to hold over her head, we can get her to back off of Brody. And Jacks. She's hurting them both with her bullshit and it has got to stop."
"Oh, hell yeah. No one fucks with my best friend and the people she loves."
Cam visibly relaxed. "Thank you."
I hated to point this out, but it had to be done. "You do realize that if I'm digging into his ex, I'll probably find stuff out about Brody too, right?"
"I know," she answered with a nod. "Whatever you dig up, I'll deal with it. I love him enough to do that."
I believed her. Cam had a good head on her shoulders and an even better heart. She was one of the most forgiving people I'd ever met. I only hoped that I didn't find out anything that would convince me that Brody Murphy wasn't good enough for my best friend.
"Let me get something to drink and I'll get started," I said.
"I'll get it. You want coffee or cherry Coke?" she asked.
I really wanted coffee but any more of that and I would be bouncing off the walls. "Cherry Coke, please."
I headed toward the bedroom to get my laptop. When I reached the mouth of the hall, she called my name. I glanced over my shoulder and she said, "Thank you."
I shrugged. "Not necessary. What are a few felonies between friends?"
