Treacherous Secrets novel Chapter 41

"She's home?" Harold asked.

"She's on her way back from the store," Janice said. "She'll be back at the house soon."

"Do you think she'll care if we search Kenton's office?"

"Not unless she's afraid we'll find something to incriminate her? But no, I don't think she'll care." They had arrived in the parking lot, and Janice went straight to her car. "I'm driving this time."

Harold shrugged and got in the passenger side. "So, what do you think we need to look for?"

"Receipts for hotels and restaurants," Janice said, backing out of her parking spot. "Kenton should have kept stuff like that for tax purposes. We need to figure out where he was staying when he was in Atlanta and where he was at the night before he came home and raped Emily."

"You thinking he was with Junior or Damon?" Harold asked.

"I'm not sure. I'm getting a hunch that hasn't completely formed itself in my head yet, but I think we may be getting close to finally getting a real lead on this. Call the lab and see if there are texts still on the phone. If there are, have them print them off along with all the numbers either received or called. Also, see if there's any way to retrieve texts that have been deleted."

Emily and Sonja took the groceries into the house and started putting them away. Emily asked Sonja to start some coffee for the detectives, who were due to arrive any minute. She wondered what they could possibly want now. She'd told them everything she could about the entire murder and the days before and after.

Within minutes of the groceries getting put away, the two detectives arrived. Emily went to the front door and opened it before they had a chance to ring the door bell. "Detective Carter, Detective Jones, it's good to see you again."

"Thank you, Emily," Janice said. Harold nodded.

Emily let them into the living room. "Can I offer you two some coffee?"

"Yes, that would be great," Harold said.

Sonja brought out the coffee in a carafe with three coffee mugs, sugar and creamer on a tray. She set it on the coffee table. "Would either of you prefer cream or milk with your coffee?"

"Do you have two percent milk?" Janice asked.

Sonja nodded, "I'll bring some right out."

"Please sit," Emily said, motioning to the couch across from her favorite winged back chair. "So how can I help you today?"

"We were hoping you would let us go through Kenton's office. We're assuming he had a home office," Janice said.

The three of them got up and went upstairs with Emily in the lead. The stairs were between the living room and foyer. At the top of the stairs, Emily pointed to a closed door next to the master bedroom. "That's it."

Harold tried the door, but it was locked. He took out his wallet and pulled out a credit card. He worked at the lock on the door with the credit card until the door finally popped open. A huge cherry wood desk, with an over-sized leather chair behind it, was placed on the left hand side of the room, with the drawers facing the wall. The desk faced the wall on the right where a ninety-inch television hung on the wall.

"Wow," Harold said, staring at the television. "I bet watching football is fantastic on that."

Janice rolled her eyes. "Come on," she said motioning for Harold to follow her to the desk. They both took out latex gloves and put them on.

Emily stood at the door looking around the room. "No wonder he pretty much lived in here. It has everything he could need."

Janice looked up from the papers she'd start looking through. She looked around the room and really noticed how it was set up. Against the wall facing the door was a black leather couch that matched the leather chair behind the desk. A small black refrigerator was at the end of the couch by the wall with the television screen and a black microwave was sitting on top of it. "Wow," Janice said and moved to the refrigerator. She opened the door. There were six Coronas, a bottle of tequila and a bottle of vodka.

"Looky what we got here," Harold said holding up a vial with white powder and a gold tube. "Looks just like the one we found in his coat."

"He did coke fairly often," Emily said. "I'm not sure what all else he took."