Simon is there. Listed on the page.
Shit, here I was thinking he might be lying or worse, he might be this Silas, the PI. But there he is, on the website, complete with his picture.
A respected trauma surgeon. Which, to be honest, explains this property.
I have got Silas's number programmed in, and I call him.
He picks up, and I jump right in.
"Silas? This is Lola Carino. I-I was wondering if you could help me. I will pay, of course."
"Consider this added to Alex's bill. What help do you need?"
"It's about Enzo. The guy you researched? My boss?"
"What about him?"
I suck in air. "I think he might be stalking me. He has pictures of me and... Just in case, I need something I can use against him."
"Fuck."
"Yeah. If it helps, I have files I copied that I found on his laptop."
"Can you email them?"
"Yes."
And then he says, "Do it. I will see what I can dig up."
"Thank you."
When I end the call moments later, I try to breathe out relief. But honestly, I just hope and pray he comes up with something that will get me out of this mess.
Or even clear Enzo's name.
But it is not about want. Because if it were, I would want the latter.
It is about what I need.
And I need the truth.
And maybe a path out.
I hope Silas can find it.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
ENZO
"Holy shit,"I say to Silas over the phone as I drive back to his Rockaway house. "She hacked my laptop?"
"That's your takeaway from this?"
"Even just going into that part and copying the files is kinda hardcore. I mean, it is set up to alert me if someone tries to do that."
And not even one small ping.
The only reason I'm not completely shocked is the fact I knew she had touched my computer. And no, the irony of the fact I knew was from her moving it and not anything techy isn't lost on me.
