Chapter Five
There was so much crap, files and papers and ledgers along with two USB sticks he’d found in the old desk drawer. How could he have ignored what had been happening right under his nose? Hindsight was a funny thing.
So was handling everything himself.
There was a knock on the door. Must’ve been Dean. “It’s about time you got your ass down here,” Cameron said. “Was hoping you’d…”
“Sorry, Mr. Donnelly. It’s just me.”
He turned to the female voice, the blonde. Her hair was hiked high in a ponytail, though it still hung past her butt. She was a looker with an amazing body that skimpy outfit did little to hide, with curves and everything guys in a place like this would give their last dollar just to have a minute, an hour, or any time with.
She stepped inside, and he was tryin
