I glare at the boys from my bed. We were all looking over the box of documents from the station. Everyone even forgot that Keegan was arrested.
We must have been flawless.
The boys were bonding, but the betrayal was high in my system. I fell for the stupidest trick in the book, and I was extremely ashamed.
If anyone found out about this, my life would be ruined. People would assume that we had a relationship, and that will put a target on both mine and Keegan’s head.
“Found anything?” I call over to the boys and rub my tired eyes. We have been studying these sheets for hours.
“Nah, unless you have a Tara Peterson over there, we have nothing,” John stumbles to the kitchen and Keegan flops back onto the couch.
We were all exhausted and giving up. I groan and chuck a few sheets onto the floor when my eyes catch a name.
“Tara,” I squint, “Peterson?”
John nods and takes a sip from his white mug in the kitchen.
I hold the sheet up to the guys with shock written all over my face.
“Keegan,” John gestures to me. Keegan grabs a small file and jumps up the platform.
“Tara Peterson,” he flops onto the bed.
“Make some coffee for me, John,” I grab the file and flip through it.
“It isn’t enough to officially say she was screwed with before her death,” John admits as he pours me a mug.
“Really?” I skim the sheets. “According to this loose sheet here, combined with the file, she had reported many accounts of destruction of property. Apparently, she was also charged with calling in fake reports to the police station. She died after she was released from an asylum,” I say.
“Do you think she was crazy, or set up?” Keegan asks.
“I don’t know,” I look up at him, “but we will find out.”
John comes over with my coffee and I trade him the file.
“Where did she live?” I blow my steaming cup.
“Apartment 4D on Lofayel,” John replies.
“Like Lofayel Lofayel; like down the road Lofayel?” my eyes widen.
“Yes, May. Like down the road Lofayel,” John grimaces.
“Well, I guess we have our girl,” I start flinging all the other files off my bed.
“Wait, that’s it? What if she was actually crazy?” Keegan utters in shock.
“Babe,” I pity Keegan, “if you live over here, you are already 97% crazy. No one here checks into an asylum.” I giggle at Keegan’s ignorance.
“But we don’t even have a proper reason to investigate this woman, why would we waste out time on that?” he shouts.
John and I eye each other surreptitiously.
Our silent conversation was simple, and John definitely agreed with me.
“We aren’t, you are,” I smirk.
John and I would have happily researched, and we will if Keegan comes up empty handed. However, Keegan had enough energy and time to do this. Why else would he be over here wasting time with me now?
“It’s settled then,” I hand him the folder, “you can come here and research all you want. When you get something, tell us.”
“But I-“ He jumps from the bed and stutters. “I don’t know how to do this! I-“ He starts to panic, “I don’t know where to start!”
“Simple, just find all her friends and acquaintances,” I say, “if any of her friend’s aren’t in a gang, then check her friend’s friends. The file has a list of her personal contacts, and it’s already labeled if they are ‘mob related’ or not. It is super simple. Think of it like a puzzle, you are given all the pieces, and now you just have to fit them together.” I crawl under my covers. “Goodnight,” I let them leave the lights on as I pass out in my bed.
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