Page 36 of Summer Shivers
With the amount of times I’ve tried to call the girls and it’s gone to voicemail, I know they’re listening to my messages. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be space for me to continue leaving them. Which means one thing. They are avoiding me.
I even called Sarah this morning hoping she would let me know that the girls are okay. But that went straight to voicemail as well, so none of them want to talk to me.
I suppose I'm alone when it comes to family. Not that they were ever truly my family.
Which just leaves one person in my corner.
Tyler.
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TYLER
Once again,I sleep the entire night through with Genevieve in my arms. We haven’t talked about anything yet. Not us. Not us fucking. Nothing. I know I’m okay picking up where we left off. I’d give it another chance. Genie’s always been my one who got away. Problem is, I’m still not convinced I’m hers.
But I’m up this early because Martin finally got the warrant for the tapes, which took way longer than either one of us thought it would. It was back and forth for a while, but Martin told them it would have all the footage of what happened that night. I was surprised the judge didn’t agree straight away. I’m meeting him at his office so the tech guy from the security company can “officially” look things up for us.
I wait for the tech guy to set up the replays for us, there are a few things I want to check and the first is the bedroom. If Genevieve was there all night, it’s going to give me half the answers I need.
“There’s nothing here,” the tech guy says.
“What do you mean, there’s nothing there?” I ask, my tone brusque.
“You wanted the fourteenth, right?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s all been wiped,” he says.
“What do you mean, wiped?” I ask, feeling stupid that I just keep repeating everything he says.
“Deleted. Wiped. Gone.”
“Can you get it back? Is there a backup? Who deleted it? It was just there.”
“You saw it?” the tech guy asks.
“Yes.”
“Well, why didn’t you look at it then?” the tech guy asks.
“It was password protected,” I say.
“Hmm,” he says.
“Can you use recovery software to get it back since it hasn’t been overwritten?” Martin asks.
The tech guy pulls on his beard in a rhythmic manner, like he’s thinking. “Maybe, I’ll have to check with the office and see.”
“Do that,” I say.
He grabs his phone and makes a call.
I move to stand next to Martin. “Someone deleted it.”
“Who?” he asks.
“I don’t know. But the ex-wife showed when I was there checking things out.”
