Page 58 of Morally Corrupt

Leaving the house behind, I see more staff in special equipment going towards the house with cleaning supplies. These guys sure are thorough. I wonder where Marcel found them.

"I have a laptop with me," Marcel mentions as we get to his car. He opens the computer and plays the footage again. Surely enough, we first see the footage of my wife going inside the hotel and then exiting.

"She was in there for two hours," I say, realizing she couldn't have taken a shower for that long.

"And then…" Marcel plays the footage for the day of the shooting, where we only see the schoolgirl leaving, but not arriving. We pause on the frame.

"Her height matches," Marcel adds. I squint at the still, but I can't make out much else.

"That would mean she had another disguise going in."

"Or she didn't use the main entrance."

"Damn… okay. Let's say it was her. How did she even know I was meeting with Martinez, or where I was meeting him?"

Marcel and I think on it for a second before we both look at each other in horror.

"The bug we found!" He's the first to note.

"We thought it was the opposition… Shit."

"Your wife… how well do you know her, Theo?"

"Not at all, it seems… but how? I still can't believe it. How?"

"You don't just become that skilled overnight, Theo. She's had years and years of practice."

"The apartment Rico followed her to. Did you find who it belongs to?"

"Not yet, most likely, I'll get a reply on Monday." I nod and then frown again.

"So, let me get this straight. My wife's not cheating on me, but she is a trained killer and a liar. Fuck me, I don't know what's worse."

"You're taking this surprisingly well."

"Trust me, I haven't fully internalized it. My whole marriage is a farce. Who knows how many other lies she's told me?"

"Don't let her know you know. We need to be careful if we want to find out more."

"At this point, I'm terrified what more I could find out."

"There's something I can do to help," Marcel says and opens a briefcase, withdrawing a tiny device. "It's small but packs a punch. Integrated GPS and listening device. Might help."

"Thanks," I mumble before adding, "I should head back. I can't have her wake up and not find me there. Especially now."

"I agree. I'll take care of the rest here. Just… be on alert. We don't know how dangerous she is. Or worse… if she works for someone."

"Wait… You actually think she might have been sent by someone?"

"That skill… there are a handful of people who can do what she does, and they all come with an extreme price tag. We can't let our guard down, especially now that we're going deeper into the Jimenez shit."

He's right. I hadn't even thought of it from that angle until now.

"Fuck! Fine, I'll be careful."

I leave the lake house, trying to block all thoughts during the ride to the hotel. I wasn't lying to Marcel when I'd told him I hadn't internalized the information. Because it's absurd. Yet… all evidence points to the absurd as truth.

Who are you, Bianca?

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