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Having two business partners for parents meant they worked extra long shifts, and possibly, an addition of night shifts. Therefore, being alone at home in the middle of the nigh...
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"You're batshit crazy if you think I'm going to let you invade Jeff's private space," Renée snapped before a dry, humorless laugh came out of her mouth. "That shit is personal."
Mia expected that reaction but that didn't stop her from flinching slightly at Renée's icy tone of voice. "There's nothing personal about it," Mia said firmly. "Jeffrey is missing and I think I know what happened to him. I need to go through his things to check if there is any link to that. Preferably through his camera footage."
Renée looked offended. "You can't do that! That's - that's private. Jeff wouldn't even allow me to look through that."
Mia sipped some of her coffee. "And you don't think that's weird?" She shot back at her.
Silence filled the air for a while. Well, if you take out the people around them, of course. Renée sat, from what Mia could tell, pondering - her eyes elsewhere and her body turning still. Mia didn't blame her for getting so heated, but she hadn't expected her to judge Mia like that considering she had already broken into the Dormer's house, all to take back hate letters that made her look incriminating.
In all honesty, Mia couldn't believe her own words, too, no matter how much she had planned the situation out - thinking, and then rethinking. For the time being, it seemed to be the only solution. Everyone who knew Jeffrey Dormer knew that his whole life was on that camera and that he wouldn't go anywhere without it. Mia could briefly remember him walking down the halls of the school with it in his hand, directing it in people's faces and muttering things under his breath. She never paid attention to it before, but now she couldn't get Jeffrey Dormer out of her head. And she needed answers.
If Beverley wasn't going to give them, Mia promised she'd look for them herself and this seemed to be the way to start.
"I can't lie and say I've never wanted to watch then behind his back," Renée admitted. "But while he's missing? Or hurt? I can't do that to him. It's so wrong."
Mia rolled her eyes impatiently. "It's just fucking camera footage."
Maybe she shouldn't have said it, but there was no going back now.
"It's his life," Renée snapped.
No going back now. No going back now. "He might not have one if we don't act sooner," Mia shot back.
A small part of her did hope Jeffrey was still alive, kept somewhere. It could be a possibility. But then she remembered the blood on Bev's clothes and wonders if anyone could possibly survive that.
