Page 103 of My Ex's Best Friend
“You did right, Henry,” I say. “I need to go. I have to check something out.”
“Jake, just be careful. And don’t do anything rash,” Henry says, sounding anxious.
“You don’t have to worry about me,” I say and end the call.
I know what I’m looking for, but I pray I don’t find it there.
It takes me a couple of minutes to access the server.
I sometimes store expensive art at my apartment for safekeeping, so I’ve had security cams set up at the entrance and one in the hallway, and I have full remote access to it. I never felt the need to check it before. Until now.
I fix a rough timeline and search through archives for specific dates. It takes me about half an hour to fast-forward through the footage before I finally find it.
My heart sinks.
I watch as Chris waits outside my door. I fast forward through the clips until I see Kiera walking toward the door. She stops short when she sees Chris, so I know that she wasn’t expecting him to be there.
They go inside. They talk. My blood starts to boil.
I can’t see her face, and there’s no audio so it makes the whole thing a little difficult to understand. But they’re having a conversation now. Kiera is gesturing something to him, so I assume that she wants him to leave.
But then Chris holds up his phone and dials a number. I try to squint at the screen and even zoom in, but I can’t see it clearly.
He showed her something on his phone which caused her to react like that because after Chris leaves, Kiera comes out with her packed suitcase.
It’s evident to me that Chris being there, and Kiera leaving shortly afterwards is no coincidence. But the question is, what the hell did he show her?
I dial Chris’s number. He picks up immediately.
“Chris, where are you?”
“At my apartment,” he says. “Why?”
“I’m coming over.”
I don't waste any time leaving. I drive my car as fast as I can, weaving in and out of traffic. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I can hear it in my ears. I grip the wheel harder. A few cars I pass honk. But I don't care.
I need to find my answers. And I need them quick.
Chris's apartment is almost half an hour away from my office, but I reach it in record time. My body is shaking by the time I walk up to his apartment.
When the door opens, it's not Chris at the other side but a scantily dressed girl who looks surprised to see me.
"I thought you were Uber Eats," she says.
"Where's Chris?" I ask.
"Who's that, Maisie?" comes a voice from inside.
Before she can answer, I barge past her into the apartment.
Chris comes out of the room wearing nothing but boxers. He has a lazy smile on his face that disappears the moment he sees me.
"What's wrong?"
"What did you tell her?"
Chris's eyes widen. But I've known him enough to know that he knows exactly what I'm talking about.
