Camden's Redemption (Gloves Off #4)(51)

“And what’s wrong with that? I might just have to get one when I go back home. My car’s getting kind of old and I think I need something new and fun.”

“I see. So when are you planning on going back home?”

“I’m not sure.” It all depended on him and what he wanted. The parking lot was coming up so I pointed to it. “That’s me over there.”

He parked beside the car, his brows furrowed. “So you don’t know how long you’re staying?”

I shook my head. “No, but I might have to call Mason if I find something on this computer I have.”

“What computer?”

“It’s Blake’s. I wanted to tell you last night, but we got a little busy. I went to visit him yesterday.”

His eyes darkened. “You what? Why the f*ck would you do that?”

I leaned my head against the seat and looked out at the ocean. “Because I needed to see him, to look in his eyes. He’s innocent, Camden. I know he doesn’t like you, but he’s not a killer. And I think I have a way of proving it.” Without waiting for his response, I opened the door and got out. “I’ll follow you back to your house.” I slammed the door and grabbed the keys out of my bag. Camden was furious, but he’d have to get over it.

He waited for me to start it up before pulling out of the parking lot. It only took a couple of minutes to get back, and when we both got out of the cars, he was still fuming. “Does Mason know you went to see him?” he asked, jaw tense.

I shut my door and opened the trunk to get out my overnight bag with the laptop in it. “No, but if I find something, I’ll call him. Where is he anyway? I figured he’d be close by.”

Camden opened the door for me and shut the garage before entering. “He’s keeping tabs on everyone back in Charlotte. So far, no one has tried to come out this way. I’m good for the time being.”

Once in the kitchen, I placed my bag on the counter and pulled out the laptop. I opened it and waited for it to boot up while Camden busied himself with making breakfast. It felt like an eternity for Blake’s computer to start up and once it did, I entered in all of his information and waited for it all to load. Thank God he hadn’t changed his password since we’d been together.

Camden finished up our French toast, set our plates down, and sat beside me, his focus on the computer. “What exactly do you think we’ll find?”

The video records finally popped up and I scrolled down until I got to the day of the shooting. Nothing. Zero movement. The day after, however, was a completely different story. Camden moved closer and so did I. It was three o’clock in the morning so the screen looked green from the night vision. Someone was there . . . and it wasn’t Blake.

“Who is that?” he asked. The camera was too far away to tell.

“I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s Blake.” We watched as whoever it was, opened the trunk with ease and slipped the rifle and boots inside. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this. He’s so lucky no one else knew he had a camera out there.”

“You need to call Mason and show him this shit. I’m sure he’ll be able to figure out who it is.” He finished up his breakfast and walked over to the sink, keeping his back to me. “I hate to say this, but when f*cktard got arrested, I thought it was over. Now we’re right back at the beginning. Sometimes I think this guy is prolonging things solely to f*ck with me. I wish he’d just come and get it over with.”

“They’d be stupid to make any moves until Blake’s charged.” Pulling out my phone, I dialed Mason’s number and took a bite of my French toast. It was pure heaven. “This is so good,” I said, taking another bite. I was about to hang up when Mason finally answered the phone.

“I’m not telling you where he is,” he announced.

“Listen, Cam and I have something you need to see.”

“Wait, what? He called you didn’t he? I swear that boy’s so f*cking hard up.”

“He wasn’t the only one,” I snapped. “And no he didn’t call. I used my awesome investigative skills to find him. But all of that can be discussed later. Right now, I need your help. I went to see Blake before flying out here and there’s something you need to see. He’s innocent, Mason, and I have the proof we need. Is there somewhere we can meet up?”

His keys jingled in the background along with the slamming of a door. “Are you at Jameson’s?”

“Yes.”

“Stay put. I’m on my way. Good job, B.”





“I DON’T KNOW who the f*ck that is, but I’m going to find out,” Mason grumbled as he watched the video. “I have a friend in L.A. who can help.” He watched it again with narrowed eyes, studying it. “If only Blake didn’t put the camera so far away, we could see who it is.” He shut the laptop and put it under his arms. “So far everyone at the department is accounted for. It doesn’t look like any of them are on their way here to pay a visit.”

“So he’s safe for now?” I asked.

Mason nodded. “Relatively, for now. When are you going back home?”

“I only came here to confront dipshit for leaving me. I wasn’t planning on staying.”

He glanced quickly at Camden and then started for the door. “I’m going to get this turned in and see what my people can find. Hopefully, we’ll hear something back soon. I’ll keep you updated. Be safe on the trip home, B.”