While the dining room was still in an uproar, I quietly eased myself into Nancy’s office and began trying to crack the password on her computer. After a few tries I got in…her password was simply “Nancy.” I rolled my eyes and started digging through a folder on her desktop named “Receipts.” It wasn’t long before I came across one for the fire marshal who’d investigated our house for arson. “I knew it!” I muttered through clenched teeth and pounded my fist on her desk. That wasn’t all I found either.
In another folder there were tons of pictures and audio files about well known folks from all around town. Nancy wasn’t friends with these people…she was blackmailing them into doing her bidding. Her search history led me to the website where she’d purchased the drugs she used on Johnny. “I’ve got you now.” I hissed under my breath and pulled out my phone to take screenshots of everything. I saw Queenie’s name out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t have time to investigate because the door to the office creaked open then.
I stood abruptly and stuffed my hands into my pockets. “I had a feeling I’d find you in here.” Nancy glared at me stoically from the doorway. “What am I going to do with you, Valerie? You’ve been nothing but a headache ever since we met.” She rubbed her temples as she spoke. “What are you going to do about it, Nancy? Stab me with a steak knife?” I sneered. She licked her lips and let out a sharp laugh. “Maybe, just maybe.” We stared each other down. “I’m sure I’ve already overstayed my welcome so I’ll be leaving soon.” She raised a brow at this. “But before I go, I just want to know one thing…why?”
“Why?” She mocked me. “My life was perfect before you came in and wrecked it! You took away my son and your whore of a mother took my husband! So now, I’m going to take away something you love.” She gave me a nasty smile. “Lemon.” I whispered. Then I was on her. My fist connected with her jaw and then her ribs. She gasped for breath and shoved me away. “Keep your filthy hands off of me!” She watched me warily as she fixed her hair then smiled again. “You can wait in here while I call the police. I’m going to have them put you right where you belong…a cage.” Then she bolted out of the room before I could get my hands back on her. “Oh and don’t bother screaming, Valerie.” Her voice was muffled as the lock clicked in place. “The door is soundproof.”