Chapter Ninety-Two
He didn’t feel too bad leaving Connor by the side of the road especially after he’d clocked him one. His jaw was tender but he ignored the pain and looked at the house in front of him. The garden was laid out in terraces that sloped down to the house.
He had a good vantage point and from here he could see into the windows where the curtains hadn’t been drawn. Lights were on in hallways, outlining the darkened rooms closest to him. He sat in the bushes for twenty minutes and just watched.
There were no guards patrolling the premises and Kelley smiled. Meadow Lake was known for being wealthy, clean and virtually crime-free. Ernesto was vain enough to believe that nobody would dare attack his house, given the position he obviously held in Charles’s organization.
He remembered as a child and teen that they’d never had security at the house. They all believed they were untouchable. He straightened to his full height and adjusted his jacket. He walked calmly down the terraces until he reached the front door.
To his surprise, it was unlocked and he stepped inside the house. A television blared from somewhere and Kelley looked at the darkened entryway and hall beyond him. Further on to the right was a living room, the light spilling out into the hallway.
Kelley took measured steps towards it and spied a room on his left that looked like an office. Kelley walked into the room, closed the door halfway and sat down behind his desk. He placed the gun on the desk in front of him and moved the mouse.
The desktop came to life in front of him, casting him in a dim blue light. Kelley opened the minimized document and his hand froze on the mouse. In front of him, he looked at a list of properties marked as ‘playhouses’.
Transactions showed regular income from these playhouses and Kelley could taste the bile in his mouth. How involved was Ernesto with Charles? Were these properties where they operated their prostitution rings from?
Kelley opened an internet browser and quickly logged into one of his random email addresses and started mailing documents to himself. He went into the settings and copied the IP address and sent that to himself as well.
Kelley minimized the document again and looked at the folders Ernesto had on the home screen. It was an array of the normal programs one would find. Word, Excel, Mail and so forth. One folder stood out though as it was named KA.
Kelley Alexander? He clicked on it and it opened. Stored inside were business proposals, some of which he’d received. A copy of the contract they’d signed, a sub-folder on Milana piqued his interest and he clicked on that.
An array of photographs appeared and the mouse hovered over the first one. Kelley wasn’t sure he wanted to open them. He exhaled and inhaled deeply a few times and then clicked on the first photograph.
It showed Milana in her wedding dress and Kelley could see the despondency in her eyes. The next photos were of Milana at the diner, in her bedroom, the bedroom in his house. She hadn’t posed for any of the photos and Kelley had to stop himself from crumbling the mouse in his hand.
Kelley closed the pictures and folders and erased where he’d been on the internet. He had more than enough to take his plan in another direction. JenCorp’s shares were selling fast but Hanson Chadney still had to buy in and big.
He had other problems to take care of now and that was finding whoever was taking the pictures of Milana. The asshole had to get up close and personal for some of the pictures. Some of them were of her undressing, meaning the asshole had been on her balcony.
Kelley’s rage had simmered down to bearable and he left the house the same way he’d entered it, through the unlocked front door. Nobody had ventured into the hall from the sitting room and Kelley scaled the wall once again.
Connor leaned against the SUV as he rounded the corner and he swore lightly under his breath. The man never stopped, he had to give that to him. He was tenacious, one of the things Kelley liked most about him.
Kelley smirked as he looked at Connor's angry face. “Did you wait long?”
“Screw you, Kelley.”
“Not really in the mood to bend over, Connor.”
Connor huffed out an angry laugh as he pushed himself away from the car and faced Kelley head-on. “I’m driving.”
Kelley tossed him the keys and climbed into the passenger side as Connor slammed the door closed. He started the car and pulled away from the park where Kelley had left the car. They drove in silence for a few minutes and Kelley knew the man was bubbling on the inside.
“I didn’t do anything I regret.”
Connor raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. “That’s the problem, Kelley, you rarely regret anything, no matter what it is you do.”
“That’s the beauty of being me.”
Connor gripped the steering wheel and then relaxed his hands. “Do we need a cleaning crew?”
Kelley laughed as he shook his head. “He didn’t even know I was in his house.”
“You went all the way to Meadow Lake and you didn’t kill the bastard?”
Kelley looked at the time on his watch and then he sighed. “No, but I did get into his computer, and emailed some pretty informative documents to myself.”
“Blaire will be so happy.”
Kelley looked out of the window and silence ensconced them once again. He knew Connor had a point and he’d acted outside his comfort zone with this but when everything clicked in his mind, Milana’s submissiveness, the crawling, Andrea’s own account of The Club, he’d just lost it.
“We have bigger problems than me losing my head, Connor.”
“Like what? You being seen illegally entering his house?”
“Someone’s been taking pictures of Milana in her bedroom and sending them to Ernesto.”
“Shit … that is a problem.”
