Page 79 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
I nod and am barely able to keep the tears from falling. But I do. “We need to find out what they were doing and who they are, so we can finish what my dad started. It’s serious. And it’s dangerous. Are you up for that?”
“I am so up for that. Show me what you’ve got.”
I show her everything I’ve got, and she digs. Sunny is so fast, zooming through files and typing code that I cannot follow. She’s as efficient as the program I bought to get those encrypted files.
Sunny’s better though. She can change course immediately. Can think on her feet.
The images fly across the screen, pulling up and honing in on spots before arranging themselves. “Look. They’re all at the same times of day. The same silhouettes, even if these photos don’t give us the fine details, we can tell they’re the same three or four guys. And those semi-trucks are way heavier going in than going out. Except for this one.”
A video time-stamped on a Sunday evening last year. Just past 1 a.m.
“On its own, that doesn’t seem so hinky. But it’s in the same pattern. Outside of normal business hours, and I found this…” She double clicks a rendering that enhances the windows in one of the images.
Dots are blown up into faces, fuzzy but young and female.
“And this guy…” Another picture is enhanced beside a portrait. A familiar-looking portrait. “I found him in one of the files I went through last week. He’s a businessman on the border. He’s been implicated in a number of crimes. Trafficking immigrants over the border, specifically.”
“Which means he’s been doing a whole lot more than that if that’s all he’s been implicated in.”
That knowing look in her eyes makes my friend suddenly seem older, more experienced than she normally shows. Sunny nods again. “Yeah. If I were to put together a hypothesis based on what we’ve seen so far and the average outcomes from this kind of phenomenon, I’d say there’s exploitation—for more money or organ donation. Capturing and selling off young women and girls when they get the chance…”
I run my hands through my hair and lean back in my chair.
This all connects back to the cartel listed in conjunction with my dad’s name. On those files I found. Under the redactions Sunny originally helped me find.
Now, I just need to figure out how this all ties back to my dad’s suspicions inside the firm. Jonathan Chase having thosefiles is, as Sunny said, hinky, but does that make him the culprit? Other straggling pieces of evidence that don’t quite fit yet hint at an investor, but it could be anyone.
Anyone but Oliver, Trent, or Grant.
If Dad thought it could be them…it seriously limits the pool of suspects.
Jonathan is still on that list. But he doesn’t seem like the genius type. Someone who could get away with this, not only for as long as it appears but under my dad’s scrutiny.
That’s some Oliver-level intent and intelligence.
I beat my head against the knowledge I have of my dad’s friends. The others he was closest with other than the ones currently protecting me.
“We need to go snooping.”
“Yes. I had so much fun testing my acting chops. I already have notes for improvement.” There’s that bright excitement shining in her eyes again.
That makes me grin at her. “I’m so glad we’re friends.”
She perks up and croons. “Me, too.”
Really, I know I should tell the guys about the connections we’ve just made, but I think Sunny is the perfect person to get the information, and they’ll never let her do it.
But Sunny is small, smart, and no one pays enough attention to her in this building—which makes her perfect. Besides, she’s not afraid to flash her innocent, beaming smile if it gets her past the guards and tech bros too bored to notice what’s missing right in front of them.
Others underestimate her. And maybe I did, too, at first, but I see her now.
“Let’s meet here at the office early. We’ll need to get in before anyone else is here.” I can get my way in. I have plenty of access to those kinds of credentials.
My worst hurdle is getting out of the house without anyone knowing.
“We come in early, just before anyone else. I’ll cause a distraction and keep anyone from noticing how long you’re in the investor wing. You just need to get into that one office and plug in a keylogger.”
“Do you know how to make a keylogger?” Her raised brow says she’s onto me.
