It wasn't until we got home and had the door shut behind us that I turned on her and asked, "What happened? I can't tell if you're pissed or unhappy or if it all worked out."
Cam huffed out a laugh and answered, "A little of all three." Her eyes were pained when she said, "I hate to ask for more since you've already given me so much, but I still need your help. And so does Brody."
My eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure I want to help him," I answered honestly.
"He's trying to protect me, but I won't let that bitch control his life for another second," she answered, her voice vibrating with anger.
Oh, she was definitely more than a little pissed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What bitch?" I assumed she was talking about Monica, but I wanted a little more clarification.
"His ex," she said, confirming my suspicions. "She wants him back and she's threatening his custody of Jacks to get him to fall in line."
I couldn't control the lift of my eyebrows. That was shocking considering how much disdain she'd shown for him so far. "Seriously? That sounds like one of those TV dramas you're always watching."
"I wish it was fiction," she answered on half a laugh and half a sob.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"You know those hacking skills you mentioned?"
I grinned and knew I likely resembled the Cheshire cat. "What hacking skills?"
"I know she's got secrets, Sierra," Cam said as she stepped closer. "Will you help me by digging them up? If we have something to hold over her head, we can get her to back off of Brody. And Jacks. She's hurting them both with her bullshit and it has got to stop."
"Oh, hell yeah. No one fucks with my best friend and the people she loves."
Cam visibly relaxed. "Thank you."
I hated to point this out, but it had to be done. "You do realize that if I'm digging into his ex, I'll probably find stuff out about Brody too, right?"
"I know," she answered with a nod. "Whatever you dig up, I'll deal with it. I love him enough to do that."
I believed her. Cam had a good head on her shoulders and an even better heart. She was one of the most forgiving people I'd ever met. I only hoped that I didn't find out anything that would convince me that Brody Murphy wasn't good enough for my best friend.
"Let me get something to drink and I'll get started," I said.
"I'll get it. You want coffee or cherry Coke?" she asked.
I really wanted coffee but any more of that and I would be bouncing off the walls. "Cherry Coke, please."
I headed toward the bedroom to get my laptop. When I reached the mouth of the hall, she called my name. I glanced over my shoulder and she said, "Thank you."
I shrugged. "Not necessary. What are a few felonies between friends?"
This time when she laughed, it wasn't smothered with tears.
It took seventy-two hours of digging through every crumb of Monica's personal life and even her parents' and uncle's lives. I catnapped a few hours here and there but I stayed at it until I got everything Cam needed.
And I was more convinced than ever that Brody Murphy deserved a good woman in his life. And so did his daughter, Jacks.
His ex-wife was a piece of work and not in a good way.
When I finished my search, I hadn't slept more than a handful of hours in three days. My vision was blurry and my head ached. I wanted to call Ben because he'd asked me to call him days ago, but I was in no shape for the conversation that I needed to have with him.
So I chugged a bottle of water, splashed more water on my face, and collapsed in the bed. Cam was already curled up on my bed, snoring softly.
I'd have to tease her about that later.
With that last sleepy thought, I closed my eyes and passed out.
What seemed like five minutes later, my phone rang.
Ugh. Why hadn't I turned off the ringer?
I rolled over and felt around on the nightstand until my hand connected with the cell phone.
And knocked it off the table onto the floor.
"Shit," I mumbled.
I rolled over, my head hanging off the bed, and picked it up, squinting at the screen.
The caller ID read Colette.
"Cam, why is your mom calling me?" I rolled back over and looked at Cam. The pillow had the indent from her head, but