I got into her laptop and was on my way to finding the camera footage when she received an email from a name I’d seen before.Clicking on it, I found a long thread of emails between her and Dave Hues, the director of the documentary.
Emi had contacted them first, almost a year ago, begging them to come to the town. She told them about the Minister, his crimes, and how it’d be a great documentary to film. She’d secured an acting role and a good-sized ‘finder’s fee’ bonus before they’d even shown up. All of it was only mildly interesting until I saw the email with Eisley’s name.
Dave wanted to know if Emi knew her. Emi then apparently made it her mission to befriend her and convince her to do the documentary.She’d been working with them the entire time. Eisley was too trusting. She saw only the good in people. She would have never suspected someone with a kind smile to be anything other than good.
Good fucking riddance.
After I deleted the camera feed, I was going to ditch this computer and leave it somewhere for it to be found. They could do what they wanted with the information given.
The videos were easy to find. I was surprised to see so many. I hadn’t noticed any of the inside cameras, but there we were. Eisley and I, me pulling her dress up and shoving my cock deep into her pussy. My dick twitched as I watched her flushed face fall apart as she came. Fuck, she was beautiful.With great reluctance, I deleted the footage after watching it in full. There would be other opportunities to make home movies. Ones with fewer stakes.
I wiped the greenhouse cloud and stood, shoving all of her shit back in her backpack. I got in my car, driving straight to the police station. I put on my best concerned face and strode in, asking for someone who worked with computers.
“We’re kind of swamped, kid.” The female officer at the desk rolled her eyes.
“Well, it’s not an emergency. But I think it may be important. There’s been a string of murders around town, right?”
I had the officer’s attention then. She stood and eyed me suspiciously. “Yes. Do you have any information that could help the ongoing investigations?”
I shrugged. “I might. I uh—” I’d rehearsed this in the car over and over on the way in. I lifted the backpack. “I do IT work, and my girlfriend’s friend asked me to fix her laptop. There’s some crazy stuff on here.”
She snatched it from me. “Who is your girlfriend’s friend?” She opened it and began sifting through it.
“Emi something. I don’t know her last name. She’s tall, thin, Asian, bright red-dyed hair.”
The woman’s head shot up and she visibly paled. Then, she stared at me again. “Sit down, I’m going to grab the sheriff.”
I took a seat, and a moment later, three officers came. I was taken into a back room, where I explained that her computer hadn’t been taking a charge.
“Everyone’s always asking me to fix their shit, so I always bring my tools with me wherever I go. I popped her laptop open and was able to fix her problem easily, and then, I went to test it.” The officers nodded, their eyes glazing over. It worked every time. Just toss out a bunch of tech lingo and people assumed I was telling the truth.
“And then what?” a tall, Asian man with a permanent scowl asked me. He was holding her laptop but hadn’t bothered to open it.
“I was booting it up, making sure all of her programs were as they should be, and an email came through. It was from the director of that documentary they’re filming. You know, about the Minister.”
“The Sinister Minister.”
“Yeah, sorry. I— I’m tired. I didn’t get much sleep. I was trying to decide whether or not to come forward. Tossed and turned all night.”It was a good half-truth. Make the lies more believable.
“What’s in the emails?”
“She was the one that brought them here. She gave them details about the Foxworth family, and how rich they were. Soleil’s name was in there too. Along with Eisley, my girlfriend. She purposely befriended her to get her to be a part of the documentary. She promised to give them a good story, and they were paying her for it. The emails that came after they got here were… bleak.” I swallowed and looked down.
I was selling this shit. They were eating it up.
“What do you mean?” the female asked softly. She reached for my hand on the table. “Tell us what you know.”
“They were giving vague threats about how she needed to give them a good story because so far it was pretty boring. And she said she’d deliver.”
“Can you get into her computer still?” the man demanded.
“I can, but isn’t that illegal? Emi doesn’t know I’m here, obviously.”
“We’ll take care of that. Help us get in and then you can leave.”
I nodded and directed him toward the notebook with the passwords. “Everything you’ll need is in there.” I put my hands up innocently. “I want no part of this. I just—She seems like she’s involved in stuff that’s beyond me.”
They led me out and thanked me for the assistance in the investigation.
