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That part confused Elijah. The Weavers had far worse photos of him. So surely those photos weren’t the driving force behind his betrayal. Jamie had leaked the photos they took to the press. Thomas was currently in the middle of a PR nightmare, which might explain why security in his office was so lax.

Jamie’s quiet chatter faded in the background as Elijah fingered the handle of his blade.

These thoughts had been running rampant in his mind since his first mistake with the envelope. He needed to solve this mystery to atone for his mistakes.

Both mistakes were directly related to the beautiful boy he had been distracted by. How on Earth he ended up at The Sunspot was beyond Elijah. He had been so surprised to see him working there that he couldn’t focus. As a result, Roland’s rage had been left unchecked.

Aunt.

He had called Willow aunt. Which meant that beautiful boy had to be the Elliott heir. Elijah scowled at his thoughts and visibly shook his head. That was an even greater reason to avoid him at all costs. Dating a normal person would be impossible, but the White Sand Mesa heir? He might as well be organized crime royalty. Not only was Elijah just a pawn, he was a Weaver pawn.

Romeo and Juliet but with knives and gang wars. Who wouldn’t want that?

No, he needed to stay focused. The boy didn’t know he existed, and there was no need for them to interact in any way.

Clearing his thoughts, he looked up to see a large portrait right across from the desk. Anyone working at the computer would be able to look up and see it.

“Jamie,” Elijah called out. “Try thirty-five, twenty-seven, thirty-three.”

Keys tapped behind him. “Right on, Swizzle Stick!”

Elijah joined his partner at the computer. The screen flared to life, and they were left looking at a generic photo of a mountain.

“His wife’s measurements?” Jamie asked as he dug through his pockets. Producing a USB, he found the port and slid the black device in. A LED light blinked at the end of it for a moment before windows started popping up all over the screen.

The USB was a backdoor Owen had created. A virus so that they could clone the contents of Thomas’ computer without him knowing.

“No, Madonna’s,” Elijah answered.

“What a sleazebag,” Jamie said, shaking his head before freezing and looking over at his cousin suspiciously. “Didn’t think that soft and curvy were your type, Woody.”

Elijah ignored him and leaned forward to look at the computer. Grabbing the mouse, he clicked on a few windows to stop them scrolling by.

“Look at this.”

Jamie squinted at the screen. “Bunch of dates and addresses.”

“And shipping numbers. Look.” He pointed to the left side of the page. “These are to and from Mexico.”

“What’s our Bond villain having shipped from Mexico?”

“Not shipped from, shipped to. Look at these receiving codes. These are US codes. We use them, too. He’s sending something to Mexico.”

Jamie made a noise and then looked like he was listening to something. “O-Face says he’ll need a few minutes.”

Elijah was engrossed in the computer now. He pulled up the internet and clicked the history. Scanning the names of websites and google searches, he found that most of them weren’t salacious or suspicious in any way.

But toward the end, he recognized something.

“Hey, what was that email from the envelope?”

Jamie pulled out his cellphone and showed Elijah the pictures he had taken. The emails matched up.

Clicking the link, they typed in the password from the envelope, and it opened an email account.

“Look at the inbox. All sent from the same address.”

“You getting this?” Jamie asked into the comm. “He says he is.”