At least his jaw isn’t ticking.
Then it starts, the
ticking.
Maybe telling him our plan to uncover ‘Felix’ wasn’t the smartest idea. But since I promised not to lie to him, and he sexually manipulated me into keeping him updated on all Trixsters business, I felt like I had to tell him.
Not to mention that we’re about fifteen miles from his hunting camp, where his parents are waiting on us to spend the weekend. My nerves are on overdrive, and I basically blurted everything out the minute I was in his truck.
Nervous Emi is not good. Nervous Emi talks fast without thinking and sometimes says completely inappropriate things.
“Walker, please say something.”
“I’m trying to keep it in check and understand how Maren and you come up with these hair-brain schemes. Do you not see all the ways this could go south? If this Stacy woman has banded together with other women who were burned by this shithead, why didn’t she come to the police? If anything, he could be investigated for fraud and extortion.”
“I can’t answer that, baby, but the fact remains, she came to us. We’re going to help these women expose him and give them some closure.”
“By using Maren as bait? By poisoning the guy?”
“We’re not poisoning him. We’re merely giving him enough laxatives to make him sick. And while he’s occupied in the bathroom, she’s going to make sure the virus is uploaded to his phone. It’ll wipe out all his pictures and videos.”
“If he’s truly a con-man, he’s going to have back-up copies on his computer. Maybe even a thumb drive, too.”
“It’s not going to matter, because when she has access to his phone, she’s going to make sure he’s no longer able to participate on any dating sites.”
“Do I even want to know how she’s going to do that?”
“It’s simple. She’s going to violate their terms of service.”
“Why don’t these women report him?”
“The videos. They’re scared of backlash.”
“You two do understand this little scheme is only going to slow him down. He can create new emails and new identities to get back on the sites. Hence why you need to forget this.”
“And she’s going to embed his email with the virus, so it wipes his computer files.”
“You still need to forget this. It’s not going to stop him for good.”
I rack my brain, knowing he’s right. Maren and I have yet to come up with an idea that would actually take down ‘Felix’ and stop his preying on vulnerable women. Our idea to hit him where it hurts looks like a bust.
“What would you suggest?”
“Tell them to come to the police.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? You’re agreeing with me?”
“Sure, it’s a good plan. After Maren and I get done with our part, we’ll recommend they are safe to go to the police.”
He groans, slapping his hand on the steering wheel. “Dammit, Emi.”
“Walker, we’re going to expose this asshole and do what we can to assure these women some sense of justice.”
“Vagina vigilantes,” he mutters under his breath.
“Why do you keep calling us that?”