Page 8 of Real Sexy
That’s what I told Law when he said that Boone has been charged with assault and batteryby my own damned cousin.
When I whispered, “I’m going to kill her,” Law stopped me and said I better not say things like that because he’d be ethically bound to report it if he thought I was serious.
I hung up on him.
“What the fuck is going on?”Hope asks as she pulls into a parking space near her building.
“I don’t know, but it sounds like a whole lot of crap to me.”
I fill her in on everything Law just told me.I’m of half a mind to go right back to the Fishbowl and confront Brandy, but after her outright lying to the cops and then lying to me only fifteen minutes ago, I know it’s not going to do me any good.Worst-case scenario, I end up in jail too because I actually beat the crap out of her.
I know, in my heart of hearts, that Boone didn’t touch her.
And I have a way to prove it.
“I need my laptop.”
“Why?”
“I hooked up a DIY security-camera system in the bar a while ago because I wanted to figure out who was skimming from the till.I’m hoping the camera angles are going to be able to prove that Boone didn’t touch Brandy.”
“That’s freaking brilliant.”
I shrug.“It would’ve been even more brilliant if I’d updated my phone to download the app so I could watch the feed anywhere, but I never bothered after I saw it was obviously Brandy.”
Hope turns to me, an eyebrow raised.“Why didn’t you fire her ass or tell your dad?”
“I knew it wouldn’t matter.For some reason, she can do no wrong in his eyes.”
“While you can do no right,” she finishes for me.
It’s the sad truth, so I reach for the door handle instead of responding.
As soon as we’re in the apartment, I pull my laptop out of my stuff in the living room and log on to the website where my camera feeds run.They only back up for a few days at a time because I didn’t have the cash to spring for a bajillion bytes of extra storage, but we were only there yesterday, so I should be able to see everything.
I type the approximate time we got to the Fishbowl into the search bar and wait for the video to populate.
After I skip forward a little bit, the video shows the door swinging open and Boone walking inside.Hope leans over my shoulder to watch.
“I know this isn’t the appropriate time or place for this observation, but he is one fine-as-hell man.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to sayand you haven’t even seen him naked, when I realize I haven’t seen him fully naked either.Not important, Ripley.First, you get his ass out of the jail cell your lying bitch of a cousin put him in, and then you get to see that ass naked.
We both watch as the recording plays on the screen without sound.It’s clear that Boone and Brandy have words, and I wish we could hear them.
“He looks pissed,” Hope whispers, the concern in her voice coming through loud and clear.
“He would never hit her.”To myself, I add,Unless I’ve completely and totally misjudged him.
No.I don’t believe that.Not for a second.
“If you say so, I trust you.”
But she doesn’t have to take my word for it because we watch the rest of the recording, and it ends with Boone walking out of the bar without laying a finger on her.Hell, he even gave her money, which means we could argue that he bought and paid for Esteban.Not that she deserves another dime.
“That lying skank!”Hope shoots up from her crouch behind me and paces.“What are we going to do?”
I glance at my friend, with her hands balled into fists like she’d like to beat the crap out of Brandy herself.“I need to tell Anthony.They have to get the recording to the police.”
