And he was gone. Longest ten minutes of my life. It ticked by like it was covered in molasses. When the last second faded away, I breathed in and crept up the stairs. Zeb had planned to sit out back with Port on a small balcony overlooking a pond. He’d then excuse himself to use the restroom, leave the front door unlocked, and stall for ten more minutes while I snooped around. If caught, I had the video, while before, all we had was the story of Beau, the illegitimate grandson of a powerful senator. All in all, the video was so much more convincing.
Not that we’d need it, as it turned out.
At least not yet.
In any case, I snuck in. That much of the plan went off without a hitch. I saw them on the balcony, their backs to me, the bag in Port’s lap. I veered right, out of sight. Zeb had to
