I should be there, too.
Of course, what I'm doing is incredibly invasive and very questionable. Non-con in the wrong ways without doing anything to her physically.
I wipe a hand over my face.
Shit, last time I did this, I?—
I close my eyes.
I have never done this before.
There have been control games, but not me unleashed. Not me doing...this.
I close the window and return to the hacking.
Her files are in order, but files and search histories tell stories.
Lola's does, too.
She has been looking into our fathers' rift.
And bless her, she has made a spreadsheet, too.
Lola must have papers and things there, which would make sense. And I'm betting she thinks it is all trash. But she has listed what adds up to dates and names.
"Fuck. Holy...everything..."
I suddenly slide my chair back, then get up and pace the room.
I drink my drink fast, and then refill it.
It is partly the dates and the names. But it is also the bookmark note.
A page that lists receipts. And the account in my father's name.
I don't know that account.
So, I do some digging on my own and hack into the things the Feds have. This takes me longer, but I know what I'm looking for.
Not the bank accounts, but a name.
And it hits me. The reason for the fallout.
Her fucking father.
I know who he was having an affair with before she died. Something that must have come out to cause the rift.
Mancini had an affair with Lyndall's mother.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Five
LOLA
Monday is hectic at work,made worse because Enzo wasn't there, and he left extra work for me.
Even Alex let me know he had a busy day, so I didn't hear much from him.
