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Was he jealous? Of Ethan? He didn’t need to be, but if he was…

Hiding a grin, she bumped his shoulder back. “Hey, yourself. What’s up?”

He looked down at his lap, then back up with a sly grin. “You wanna see?”

Nash slammed his fist on the table. “This is a fucking office building, and we’re here to do a job. Haisley asked for professionalism, and we’re going to give it to her or I’ll smash in your fucking face.”

Whoa.He wasn’t even trying to hide his pissed-off. Maybe she should downshift on the fake flirting.

“Sure you will,” Ethan tossed back with a sparkle in his eye. “But if you want professional, beautiful, I got you. Besides, we have a lot to cover.”

“Tell us,” she insisted, glad he’d backed down.

“Well, I had a gym buddy who’s also a Lafayette PD officer. He was trickling information my way…until he suddenly clammed up. Apparently top brass threatened anyone who leaked a word. So that’s interesting and noteworthy.”

Yes, and probably Mr. Benedict’s doing somehow. He had money, and he had influence. He’d proven he had no trouble using it to protect his interests.

“Damn it,” Nash muttered.

“Exactly, so I bailed to Plan B. I started chatting up the mall manager’s assistant yesterday. Well, former mall manager. Cute little thing named Julia. I flirted, and she wasn’t paying attention when I slipped her boss’s office key off her desk and into my pocket.”

“How did she miss that?” Haisley couldn’t picture a scenario in which the assistant had been flirting so hard that she’d completely failed to notice Ethan swiping something important.

Garrison grinned. “She was too busy screaming into my shirt because I had my hand in her little black panties.”

Haisley’s jaw dropped. “You got her off at her desk?”

Ethan’s grin widened. “Don’t look shocked. It worked, didn’t it?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re worse than a fukboi.”

“I prefer man whore, thank you.” He winked. “Afterward, I got her digits and pretended to leave. Then I watched her head to lunch with a loopy smile on her face, and I slinked back into the former mall manager’s office. It had mostly been cleaned out, which he must have done overnight, because I swung by late on Tuesday and tried to ask him a few pointed questions. He was suddenly too busy—seemingly doing nothing more important than picking his nose—to talk to me. His office was a fucking catastrophe when he had security escort me out for ‘harassing’ him. Today? The place was virtually empty. His laptop was still on his desk with an order for IT to wipe it clean, so I absconded with it.”

“Anyone see you?” Nash asked.

“Nope. There are no cameras in the office. Julia told me in confidence just before her big O, and I double-checked for myself.” He pulled the computer from a crossbody briefcase hanging off his shoulder and plopped it on the table. “I called your brother as soon as I got it. It took us until three a.m. to finagle past the asshole’s login. Most of the files on there were boring as fuck, day-to-day mall business. But he had a whole section on his hard drive partitioned off from the automatic backups. Every fucking file is encrypted. Trees has been working on them all day. When he texted to say he’d gotten into that part of the drive and opened the files, I picked it up and headed over here.”

“Did my brother say what was in the encrypted files?”

“No. He said he was fucking tired after being up all night and half the day, so he was going to bed. Laila shooed me out. She’s so protective of her man.” Ethan laughed.

“He’s crazy protective of her,” Nash put in.

Haisley couldn’t argue. She’d seen that in action. “So you have no idea what Yuslav was hiding?”

“Nope. Let’s find out together. I’m really hoping it’s not his personal porn collection. He was the human equivalent of a pimple on a leper’s ass, and I really don’t want to think about his…proclivities.”

She shuddered. “Let’s hope he was hiding something more useful.”

A collective hush settled across the room as Ethan lifted the lid on the laptop, entered the password Trees had hacked for him, then started fishing around the hard drive. She and Nash huddled closer and watched him methodically search the laptop.

At first, nothing made sense. Folders had nonsensical names, but all followed a pattern of a six-digit number, followed by a single letter. Some of those were empty. Some of them had sketchy documents full of more combinations of letters and numbers that Haisley didn’t understand.

“Does any of this mean anything to you guys?”

Nash and Ethan exchanged a solemn glance, but neither responded. Instead, Ethan’s cocky disposition morphed into hard steel. And Nash tensed, looking both dangerous and so protective, she nearly scooted away from him.

“I need the list of victims.” Ethan held out his hand.