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“Okay,” he says. “I just want to make sure you’re looking out for number one.”

“Aw, shucks, didn’t know you cared,” I tease.

“Who says I meant you?’ He teases back.

We get back to the office. I hand the tech guy the coffee I brought back for him.

“It’s gone faster than we thought,” he says. “We should be able to access the files in the next few minutes.”

I nod.

He flushes.

Either he digs me, or I make him nervous. Both thoughts make me chuckle.

“I got it,” the tech guy says.

“Fucking finally,” I say under my breath, rolling my eyes. It’s only been two hours longer than I’d anticipated at this point.

“Thank you,” Martin says.

We join him back at the conference table where he has his laptop set up.

“Okay, which room?” the tech guy asks.

“All of them,” I say.

“Let’s start with the master bedroom,” Martin says.

“Go slow,” I instruct. “And if I say stop, you better fucking stop.” I’m hoping there’s not a repeat of Genevieve getting herself off.

There is.

This girl.

Fuck my life.

I cover the screen with my hands. “Both of you close your eyes,” I tell the tech guy and Martin.

They do.

“I’m going to fast forward through this part.” Both men nod in response.

One thing’s for sure, my girl has a healthy sexual appetite outside of her time with Harrison. I fast forward through her getting herself off and calling out my name. Again. Willing my dick not to harden and my chest not to swell with pride.

We get past the initial awkwardness, and the guy goes through the entire recording of the night of the murder. It quickly becomes clear; Genevieve did not leave her bed the entire time. Relief floods through me. At the very least, we know she didn’t do it.

Now to find out who did.

We review the remainder of the house for the rest of the night. Nothing.

“Pull up the exterior footage for that night,” I instruct, not taking my eyes off the screen.

The tech guy starts clicking on the keyboard, moving the video forward, and changing from one camera to another. “Stop.”

What the fuck?

“Go back a few minutes and start it again. Play it in slow motion.”