Stephen looked disturbed as he browsed through the contents of the flash drive on his laptop.
"She confessed she was the one who sent it?" He asked me, looking up from his computer after fifteen minutes of silence.
"Not in those words, but she alluded to the fact she was behind me getting it."
"That makes sense because she definitely didn't send it—I did."
My brows furrowed in confusion, which I quickly masked with a smile when our waiter placed our orders on the table.
"Explain this to me like I'm a five-year-old."
"I sent one of my men to deliver it to you, with a lot more information than is in here. Katherine must have intercepted it and changed the contents of the flash drive."
She must have assumed I would be so busy planning my escape that I wouldn’t risk confronting them or going back to Stephen for answers.
I had to hand it to her—she was a good judge of character because I would have done just that if she hadn't confronted me in the dressing room.
"You know what that means? Not only do I have a rat in my ranks, but Katherine has more influence in the underworld than we assumed, and we have to be more careful."
I nodded, sipping my coffee to calm my nerves at the new information.
"So, what was removed from the flash drive?"
Stephen shifted nervously, typing away at his computer to avoid meeting my eyes.
"Nathan has been having an affair with Katherine for the last two years or so."
My hands clenched around my cup, and I took a long sip to stop the tears that threatened to make an appearance.
"I know. Anything else?"
"The autopsy report I got had the name of the doctor who performed it and the address of the morgue—hers doesn’t."
Hope swelled in my heart. "So I can see my sister’s body?"
If he pitied me, he hid it well, which I was thankful for. "If you really want to."
"Let's go now," I demanded, rising to my feet.
"What about your guards?" he reminded me, already packing away his things.
They were seated at one of the tables outside and would be there until I was ready to leave, so we snuck out through the back door, hopped into Stephen’s car, and sped away.
Eight months had felt like an eternity, not knowing what had happened to Bella.
Sometimes I hoped she was still alive somewhere out there. Other times I knew better and wished for a body to put an end to the grieving.