SEIZED Part 6: A Steamy New Adult Romantic Suspense Thriller (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) Read Free

GPS.
    Sure, it’ll take a little extra time, but I’ll be able to see their exact location on vital days. It also means I have to cross-check everything they’ve reported me with what I find in their digital signature. Anyone can add an item to a calendar after the fact, but it takes a little extra work to delete GPS information. I’m starting to enjoy this. I smile to myself as I head back to the computer. I like a challenge, and with the stakes this high, it’s even better.
    After an hour of sifting through the digital records, I find nothing. There’s literally nothing of interest. Shit. It’s frustrating. As a last resort, I hack into the phone records on the person’s police department-issued cell phone. I didn’t try at first, because it seems like such a rookie mistake. Everyone around here knows department phone records are instantly accessible. Now that burner phones are so easy to get, the average person knows to use them if they need to communicate in secret.
    Clearly, that presumption doesn’t apply to this transgressor. I can hardly believe I’ve found what I’m looking for. It’s right here. This staff member has made and received multiple calls from the phone number I have for Jessup Lee—on and around the days of the April’s and Carrie’s kidnapping, and as recently as last week. They clearly have a relationship. Now, I need to find out more. I pull up the case logs. The person made at least two of the calls when they were on duty, supposedly carrying out official business. If that’s true, they must be sneaking off to talk to Jessup. Whatever it is they’re hiding, it’s bad.
    I then have the computer track a dual GPS pathway. If he was stupid enough to make traceable calls, I’m betting I can find them meeting in public somewhere. In a minute, I see my hypothesis is correct. There are several shared locations. Jessup and this person met at least five times in the last six weeks.
    This evidence is damning. I need to take a step back and tread carefully. One wrong play and I’ll find myself out of a job. My instincts are telling me to immediately get on the phone with Blake. What I should be doing is going straight to a judge or IA with what I know. They’re the only ones with the power to topple this level of corruption.
    I use the data sticks I brought to get a record of what I’ve found. I save the records, and make extra screenshots of the information I want. I make two copies. Something tells me I’m going to need a backup. I sit back in the chair, looking around the room. I gaze up at the ceiling. The place is spotless, with white walls and perfectly sterilized. When I first started, I thought the organization was similar. I guess we’re all trying to do the best we can, but this type of behavior isn’t good enough.
    I log out and remove the flash drives, placing them safely in my pocket. I have no qualms about putting right what’s wrong. No qualms at all. The lunch hour is already over and people are starting to return. There’s someone I want to see before this case goes ape shit. Brenda took George to get his cast removed, and by now, they’ll be at the park around the corner from where they live. It’s time I stop lying to myself. I need to see her again.
    We’ve been meeting for coffee and lunch for the last few months. Just getting to know each other. It feels so right, and at the same time, there are so many barriers in our way. We’ve agreed more than once not to meet again, out of respect for Blake, but the connection between us is undeniable.
    One of us usually slips with a text or email, or we run into each other because we’re both so close to Blake. That’s the main problem. Blake. He’s my best friend and her overly protective brother. I know for a fact he won’t be happy to find out anyone he knows wants to date his sister.
    For him, it’s a matter of principle. Over the years, I’ve talked to him about the relationships I have been in. He knows me