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I’m waiting for Ben at the club. I know what he’s doing. Nadia is my target. Jordan’s ex-wife. The reason Jordan’s life fell apart. I suspect Ben wants revenge on Nadia to help heal Jordan. But I’m not going to let that happen. I can’t believe I’m thinking about someone else for once. Maybe I’m not as broken as Ben makes me out to be.
I crack the lock on Ben’s office door. It was easier than I thought it would be. I’m sure his new cameras alerted him to my intrusion and he’ll be here soon. I’m counting on it.
I start rifling through Ben’s desk, pushing and moving papers, when I see a list of names and pictures.
Nadia Dressler
Chrissy Parker
Ivy Peterson
Sasha Brody
Tanya Beatty
Marisa Lopez
Laura Voss
Kelsey Sinclair
Whitney Jones
Helena Fitz
I run my finger down the list, and it lands on Whitney Jones. No information is safe with Ben. She was my first and only love. She is everything a nine and above should be. But she saw the real me and didn’t like it. She broke up with me years ago, and I’ve never been in a relationship since.
She hurt me, but she doesn’t deserve to be on this list.
Ben must only be targeting women who’ve injured members in the past in some way. Why? So, we can move on? That seems far too selfless for Ben. There is always something in it for him.
Speaking of which, where is he? Ben has a lot of explaining to do. He should be here any minute. He wouldn’t let me rummage around his office and then miss the opportunity to hold me accountable.
An obnoxious pounding alerts me back to the main room.
“Ben, it’s Emmy. Let me in.”
Did I hear that correctly? I walk out into the open area and step closer to the door.
“Ben. Seriously. Open the fucking door.”
Yep, that is Emmy and her little attitude.
Wait, how and why is she visiting Ben?
How could she possibly be connected to him? What the hell is going on? This doesn’t make sense, but whatever is going on here, I can’t risk dragging Emmy into this. But I need to confront her. Fuck! I have to find out what she knows and how she plays into everything. I can do it quickly and then send her on her way.
I open the door and look up the stairs.
There’s no one there. Did I imagine it?
I run up to the top of the steps and yank the door open. It’s dark outside, but I see a hooded figure shoving something into the back of a black sedan.
Is that Emmy?
My mind is reeling and the pieces of what I’m seeing don’t add up or make sense. Before my mind actually processes the reality of the situation the sedan drives away. I sprint to my Jeep, and I follow it.
I stay far enough behind so they don’t know I’m tailing them. I’ve never seen this car before and I can’t tell who the driver is, but I’m confident someone was shoved into the back seat—unwillingly.
I follow for miles before we turn down a rugged forest road that says No Outlet.
I turn off my lights and let the sedan get further down. It should be easy to find them. I wait about three minutes before turning my lights on and continue down the bumpy path.
I catch a glimpse of a cabin in the distance. I get out of my car and run the rest of the way.
When I reach the property, the light from the cabin window illuminates the hooded driver as he pulls a body out of the back seat. Ben. He hoists it over his shoulder and walks toward the cabin.
It’s Emmy.