Paging Dr. Steele

Chapter 9: Private Eyes and Old Ghosts

This is my story--a fanfic I started in 2013. The first draft can be found on Fanfiction. However, my current updates can be found at https://butterflysaga.wordpress.com/journey-of-miles/paging-dr-steele/ which is my personal website. I keep finding my story added to Wattpad by other writers and have decided that maybe, if I add it myself, they will stop doing it, so here goes... 

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Chapter 9—Private Eyes and Old Ghosts

GREY

I sit in stunned silence looking at the information before me. I haven't been able to say anything since Welch put this envelope in front of me. How much time has passed? Minutes? Hours? I have no idea. All I know is that some time ago, Welch brought me evidence of the second most horrific thing I've ever witnessed.

"Mr. Grey?" Welch is standing in the doorway of my office with a folder in his hand.

"Come in, Welch." He steps into my office and closes the door.

"I've got some information for you." He sits down in the chair in front of my desk. "The driver of the CLS—James Flemings." He hands me the file. As I look over his background check, there's nothing immediately significant about Mr. James Marcus Flemings. He's 28 years old, successful tech development exec, born in Tucson, AZ. How the hell did he end up here? Why isn't this guy in Silicon Valley somewhere instead of here pawing all over Ana? He works for one of the companies partnering with GEH. There's no information on here about his current relationships, so I have no idea if this is her boyfriend. But then, who was the guy hanging all over her in the night club? I'll have to look further into this.

"Anything on Ms. Steele, Welch?" He clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably. This behavior is not normal for Welch. Is he... nervous?

"It appears that I was correct, sir. Anastasia Lambert and Anastasia Steele are one and the same." I knew it! I knew she was hiding something and now I'm going to find out what it is.

"What did you find out?" I sit back in my chair.

"Well, she did finish her first semester of her sophomore year at Green Valley." He hands me her Green Valley transcripts. This is information of which I'm already aware. I do notice, however, that her identifying information is prominently displayed on this transcript whereas there was nothing of the sort on the Lambert transcripts.

"You're stalling, Welch."

"In April, she came back to Montesano for a few months. She registered at Montesano High School for the fall semester, but she never attended there. She suddenly turned up back in Vegas at Chaparral instead as Anastasia Lambert." I'm getting frustrated. I can tell by his demeanor that he's keeping something from me.

"But why, man? Why?" I'm losing my patience.

"Apparently, she was quite desperate to separate herself from Green Valley, which appears to be the reason why she returned to Montesano and Ray Steele. It's unclear why she went back to Las Vegas. As a means of staying separate from Anastasia Steele and Green Valley High School, she zoned to Chaparral using the address of a relative of her mother's third husband Stephen Morton and donned her birth father's last name to ensure her anonymity.