“Yes, I…” Blade paused looking at his computer. Weston jumped up to peer over his brother’s shoulder.
“What’s that?” Weston asked.
“Leif received a Venmo transfer to his bank account; it just cleared,” Blade said.
“From who?” I demanded.
“Hold on, let me trace the account.”
I paced around the campaign office. “Why weren’t you monitoring the Venmo account?”
“It’s a new one,” Weston said. “He must have just set it up.”
“Who is the money from?” I demanded.
“Just give it a minute,” Weston said. “It’s searching.”
“I found his login information for the account in the system Crawford just gave us access to,” Blade said.
“Do you think someone paid him for one of our sisters?” Mace asked, voicing the terrible thought everyone was having.
“Not unless Meg bought them,” Weston said grimly.
“What?” I said, not understanding.
“The money,” Weston said, showing me his computer. “It came from Meg.”
The room started to spin.
I’m going to puke.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
* * *
I walkedover to Meg’s campaign office a few hours later at the designated time. It was dusk. The temperature had dropped. I was completely numb.
I had run over various scenarios in my head of why Meg would be dealing with my father—no, not just dealing with him, giving him money.
Maybe he was blackmailing her, or he threatened her.
“Hunter!” Meg called, running up to the campaign office. “I need to tell you something.”
“Oh, really?” I said.Maybe she’s going to come clean. There had to be a logical explanation. Meg wasn’t the type of person to willingly cooperate with my father.
There has to be a reason.
She’s going to tell me.
She has to.
Meg grabbed my arm. I stared down at her hand. I felt like I was floating.
She’s going to tell me. Any minute now…
“Are you okay?” she asked.
