that or he woke up in the middle of the night from his dreams of making millions and couldn’t go back to sleep until he wrote them down.
Despite the fact that she was essentially trespassing on a crime scene, Bree found her mind wandering until it ended up right back in her own bedroom that morning. Waking up beside Diego had been incredible.
When she was with Diego and wrapped in his arms, it was like everything was perfect in her world. Which was obviously insane because right now, her world was actually a complicated mess complete with unsolved cases, a psychotic ex-husband, and a teenage son who’d recently turned into a werewolf and was hanging out with gangbangers. Still, with Diego at her side, it seemed like none of those obstacles were too much to overcome. They had instinctively presented a united front when grounding Brandon the other night, becoming a team where each of them made the other stronger. She wasn’t sure when or how it had happened, but she felt the connection between them, and she could work with that.
Brandon and Beth had both been having breakfast by the time she and Diego finally made it out to the kitchen. She’d expected it to be a little awkward since it was the first time Diego had slept over, but her sister had acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all, and Brandon had been thrilled to see him there.
It was all enough to make Bree start thinking about how great it would be when Diego was in her bed every night and eating every breakfast as a family became a permanent thing. And yeah, thinking about them all as a family made her heart do a cartwheel.
Still smiling, she searched the other nightstand, dressers, and walk-in closet, but didn’t find anything interesting. She wondered if the police would have noticed any evidence concerning Ken’s involvement in the burglaries even if they’d stumbled across it. She doubted it. The cops had almost certainly been there looking for evidence connecting Ken to the delirium drug. Or at least something that would explain why he’d targeted those officers in the diner, then shot himself. Maybe a suicide note. If they saw something about rich people and high-end valuables, they most likely wouldn’t pay attention to it.
Bree assumed the room across the hall was a guest bedroom and held out little hope of finding anything there, but when she opened the door and saw the sleek desk and shelves lining the walls, she realized Ken had turned the space into an office. Maybe she might find something after all.
The computer to one side of her desk caught her attention right away, but when she booted it up, the first thing she saw was the blinking cursor waiting for a password. Not that she hadn’t expected to see it. Everybody had their computers password protected these days. But it was still a pain.
Bree started searching through the desk, keeping an eye out for a password list at the same time she looked for anything else that might be interesting. Mostly, it was more of the same stuff she’d seen in the bedroom nightstands: notepads and individual pages covered with investment strategies for different clients, potential foreign investments, hedge-fund options, tax-saving schemes. She was starting to think that not only was Ken anal retentive when it came to writing everything down, but he’d lived and breathed for his job and his clients. Which made it hard to understand why he’d suddenly start stealing from them.
She was seconds away from giving up hope of finding anything to connect him to the thefts when she found the spiral notebook buried among the stuff filling the inbox atop the right side of the desk. Picking it up, she flipped through it. Most of the pages were empty, but when she got to one with a list of Ken’s clients, she stopped cold. Four names were circled in red and three others in blue, and there were dates beside each name. Holy crud, these were the seven people who’d been robbed. This was Ken’s hit list, his plan on who he was going to rob and when.
Bingo!
She flipped to the next page and saw detailed descriptions of the valuables belonging to each person and exactly what had been stolen. There were comments on the various security systems in place at each residence and how difficult it would be to circumvent them, along with notes that a thief