There had been some mention in the interview that they might need my computer. I hit the print button, and the printer began to spit out the pages. There were eighteen in all.
Maybe I should delete the file.
I hovered my mouse on top of the folder and decided to delete it permanently. My ex-boyfriend had been a computer programmer so I understood how to permanently get rid of files.
On autopilot, I grabbed the papers and put them in the back of a file folder with the clinic’s bills in it. Hopefully that would disguise them enough until I had a chance to look through them.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I jumped and screamed, feeling like I had been caught.
“Sydney, it’s Wesley.”
“Thank goodness.” I let out a sigh as I walked to the peephole to verify it was him and then opened the door. “Hey.”
Wesley looked haggard. He wrapped his arms around me. “I saw your text and rushed over. Are you okay?”
I started to cry now that I had someone to lean on. Before Wesley arrived, I’d felt like I was all alone. “It feels so final now. I always held out hope we’d find her.”
“I know. I know, Sydney. Me, too.” My sobs grew louder, and Wesley guided me to the couch. “Let’s sit down.”
Wesley held me as I cried. For a while, he let me get it out. When I calmed some, he asked, “Have they said anything?”
“No, but I did something, Wesley. And you can’t tell a soul. But… I might need a lawyer.”
He looked at me with concern. “What did you do? And of course I won’t tell anyone.”
“I took a jump drive I found on the ground that I think belonged to Vickie. Mike was acting all cop on me, and I was afraid that it would be taken and no one would ever know what Vickie was up to. It was just an impulse, and now I feel terrible about it.”
“What’s on it?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. It was really dirty. It needs some TLC.” I wasn’t ready to divulge that I’d already cleaned it and printed what I found. For now, I wanted to do this on my own. I felt exposed after what had happened with Mike.
Wesley sighed. “Sydney, you know you need to turn that over.”
“I know. I will. I just wasn’t thinking clearly.”
For a second, he seemed to consider the situation, and I knew he was most likely wrestling with the line I’d crossed. Wesley was a very by-the-book kind of guy. “When you turn it in, I’ll be there to represent you in case they try to press charges.”
Press charges? My heart sank. “Do you think they would?”
“You tampered with a crime scene, Sydney. I understand that you know Doug and this town has a small-community feel to it, but what you did is against the law. If you turn it in quickly, I think I’ll be able to do damage control and you’ll be fine.”
I nodded. “I wanted answers. What started off as a stupid scavenger hunt has turned into so much more. Do you think Grandpa knew anything about this?”
“I don’t think so. If he thought it would lead to finding Vickie, I’m certain he would have turned it over to Doug.” That was true. Grandpa loved Vickie.
His phone vibrated, and he sighed as he looked at the screen.