No reply came, and I felt myself getting angrier.
“Hillary?” I shouted, and finally, she appeared.
“The files,” I said. “The clients will be here in ten minutes.”
“I can’t find them,” she said softly.
“What do you mean you can’t find them?” I asked. “I gave them to you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, and I kept them in my desk but now I can’t—” she said.
“Then get me the digital copies,” I said, cutting her off.
“I can’t find them either—” I can see the panic in her eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“They are not on the system,” she answered.
I grabbed her tablet and logged myself in, typing in the file names.
“File not found,” the screen read, and I threw the tablet across the room.
“How? How is it gone?” I shouted.
Months of work, just gone. They were going to be here in ten minutes. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t lose this.
“Get out of here,” I said.
“Gale – Mr. Fears, I am sorry—” she stammered.
“Just. Get. Out. Of. Here,” I said through gritted teeth.
She turned around and walked away, and I felt a pang of instant guilt.
What was happening? First, my witness gets paid off and now suddenly my files start to go missing? All my evidence? It took months of hard work to get this far, and it was all gone. Someone had to be doing all this.But who?Who was after me?
Ihad to find out who paid off the witness and who could have messed with my files. I picked up my phone and dialed a number. There was only one person who could help me with this.
“Hello, Daniel?” I spoke. “There is a major problem. I need your help. I need to hire your private investigator. Something fishy is going on.”
