“Okay. The techs are forensically tracking everything. We know the details from Cindy’s phone, which was used as the originating hardware, how many, and what the images are. No video, that we know of.” Ed said.
“The forensic tracking led to Carl Covington’s phone. He’s the, uh, perpetrator …”
“The guy that screwed my wife,” I interrupted Ed, “I only knew his name was Carl.”
“Yeah, uh, look there’s no easy way to say this Jeff. Carl Covington is a nobody, essentially he was just a honey trap, from the information we’ve collected,” Ed said.
“Okay. I really don’t need play by play details right now. Just sketch out the important stuff,” I said.
Ed looked like he was struggling to move forward. He was very apprehensive about telling me something. I glanced down at Tabs icon and she was staring down at her desk.
“Spit it out, Ed don’t sugar coat this shit for me,” I demanded, already tired of this conversation.
Ed looked ashen as he continued.
“We have indications that Nick is involved,” Ed stated warily.
“Nick who?” I boomed. “If the next word out of your mouth is Gantry, you’re all fired!”
The depth of my rage was palpable. Both in the spa and over the phone, my wrath was felt as it escaped the tight control over my emotions like an arrowhead piercing ancient armor.
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