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She didn’t exist.
Sitting there, he strummed his fingers on the desk, and that’s when he had an idea. Greyson knew his next step.
Pulling out his phone, he had a picture of him and her on the couch at his place. She’d taken it and sent it to him.
Connecting his phone to the laptop, he uploaded the picture, and sent it through facial recognition on the laptop.
He watched as the faces flew by.
This would take some time.
But Greyson had nothing but time, and when there was a mystery…
He was going to solve it.
As far as he was concerned, there was something going on under his nose. Gabe was involved, and for him, getting to the bottom of it was paramount.
Sasha Harper wasn’t who she said she was.
And now, Greyson knew one thing.
He had been sleeping with the enemy.
Until he solved this, she was just that.
A PROBLEM.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Julian Mercer’s Home
Living Room
After Twelve
To say that they were caught off guard would be an understatement. They suspected that the man was having inappropriate relations with the students getting scholarships, but they hadn’t a way to prove it.
After all, it would be his word against the stories that the roommate and friend told. The only one who had been able to corroborate the possible blackmail with sex was Spencer Witmore, Wesley’s roommate.
He’d seen it in action.
Now, Gene had to regroup because the man just admitted to it.
Holy.
Shit.
It was time to back pedal and reframe this interview.
“I’m sorry, pardon?” he asked as the man went behind the bar in the living room and prepared more drinks for them.
Drinks that they absolutely weren’t going to consume and for a plethora of reasons.
That they were working being the first one. Honestly, with Snow floating around, and this man possibly being behind it, even sitting on the leather couch freaked Gene out.
“Let’s have a drink and talk,” he said.
Gene stopped him.
