Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Forty-Seven: Hot Guy is Balding

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"Ridge, this isn't a good idea," I hiss as the door swings open, him having picked the lock. He doesn't respond, ignoring me.

Simon Davies' home was a classic condo with large widows and modern, sleek furniture. Of course, it made sense that a money-washer would have this kind of money. He hadn't answered Aspen at all since that one meeting she had with Eaton. Besides that...he'd completely disappeared on her. When she'd told Ridge this, she'd given him the address, and with that address, Ridge's curiosity (or stupidity) grew. So here we were.

There was no one here, we'd made sure of that of course.

"It looks normal, let's go," I hiss. Ridge ignores me, eyeing everything with the eye of a cop I guess. He is one after all.

"The television," he says, after a while, shaking his head and smirking. I frown. "What now?"

He walks over and plucks the cord from where it's dangling. The cord is too short and there's no extension, neither is there an outlet near it.

Meaning the television was just a prop.

"Damn, you're good," I grumble. He grins and lifts the TV from where it's held by the shelf. Behind it, blue wallpaper like the rest of the walls. Ridge runs his nail against that wallpaper and pauses. Slowly he peels off the wallpaper, from a tear that his nail revealed. Behind it, a metal door with no lock. He opens it.

A hard drive. That's it.

Ridge gets it. The idiot also grabs the laptop on the kitchen island and puts the thing inside.

"He could come back any second now!" I try to yank Ridge away but he waves me off.

"The President's Shadow? What the hell is that?" he mumbles, just as my phone goes off, warning me it's Caste.

"Hey Nor, get out of there, now,"

"Caste, is someone there?" We'd gotten Caste as our watchman while we got what we needed from in here.

"Fuck yeah, get down and I'll explain,"

"Ridge, we need to go. Now,"

This time he catches onto the urgency in my voice, and grimacing he nods as he grabs the hard drive and placing it in its hiding place again.

"We should take it,"

Ridge rolls his eyes. "If we take it, what then? What if he's working with those guys again? If he knows it's missing he'll warn them, and they'll realize that we're on their tails," he says as we run to the car where Caste is waiting for us. He drives away quickly as we get our seat belts on.

"Why the hell did you get us out?" Ridge growls. "No one's here,"

Caste shakes his head, face grim, "He was here, the Simon guy, but he was getting out of his car...Henry bashed his head in with his gun and took the guy in his car, that was that, but I wanted you out in case he decided to investigate?"

"Henry?" I question.

"You know..that officer who questioned us when Eaton died..., tall blue eyes, black hair,"

"Ooh, that hot one?"

Ridge spins around, pinning me with a glare that could kill. Literally. "Hot?" he grits out.

"No, I meant hideous, like balding and belly and stuff, right Caste?"

"Nope, the hot one,"

I knew who he meant, but he really didn't have to say that in front of Ridge, who looked ready to kill. "Not. Helping. Caste," I grit out.

"Not trying to, hon, anyway though, focus Ridge, a police officer assaulted a person and put him in his truck, that's gotta say shit,"

"Yeah, hot guy is working with them, it's why he took him like that,"

"So what do we do now?"

"Easy, we find what's going on with that officer, track him down and we get answers, no matter what it takes,"