19 Asher

Asher

Hollywood Undead blared through my speakers as I went through the files Lori had accumulated on her flash drive. All evidence pointed toward James Connor. We had his name, but the man was rich. Insanely rich. From what we could see he had been making donations to the shelter since the day Lori started as the Fundraiser Coordinator. He had met her at a fundraiser that day. From the meticulous records Lori kept about all the donors, James claimed his mother was an abuse victim, raped by her husband. The records showed weekly donations. Phone calls. Emails. After a year of this unknown started contacting Lori via email. Things started escalating around the time we had come back in the picture.

I rubbed my chest at the ache and focused on the screen. I cooked my head and peered closer before smiling.

"I got you mother fucker." I mutter as I lift my phone and call my contact at the police station. After relaying the message, I sat and waited for the call back.

I dialed L