Serial Story: Jasmine Betrayal, Part 17
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 17
Genevieve took her time finding the address Max had given her, changing vehicles twice and abandoning the last one on the other side of town, catching a bus to the area she needed to be in. The neighbor was accommodating, as Max said she’d be, and it wasn’t long before Genevieve was enjoying her first hot shower in days.
That’s when the tears came. One minute she was scrubbing down with soap that smelled like him, and the next she was sliding down the tiled wall, hugging her knees to her chest as the pain and stress and anger finally spilled over. It wasn’t until the water ran cold that she forced herself up, dried off with a towel and found a clean t-shirt in one of his dresser drawers to put on.
Upon entering the house, she’d stashed the file between his box spring and mattress, just in case. Retrieving it, she sat on the bed and started reading, spreading the papers into organized piles as she went. There were transcripts of conversations, ledger pages and lists of names, plenty of evidence to implicate Jenkins and a lot of other people in the tea and drug shipping ring. Not to mention a copy of the documents Jenkins had already drawn up for the transfer of the diner and land willed to her.
But it didn’t make any sense - why would her dad leave all the evidence hiding in plain site, more or less? He had to know that Jenkins would come after the files, and the deed because he wanted the land. Everything all nice and neat for him to get a hold of and destroy. It didn’t make any sense.
Stacking everything back into the folder, she returned it to the hiding spot and went to the kitchen. Her stomach was growling, and she knew the refrigerator would be empty, but she searched the cupboards and came up with a can of soup to heat up. As she stirred, images of the documents swirled through her mind, taunting her to figure out the one piece that would surely pull everything together.
She ate. Did the dishes. Paced. Wondered where Max was, and if he was even alive. Her mind was going in so many different directions she wasn’t even sure where or how to focus anymore. When she finally crawled between the sheets of Max’s bed and turned the light off, she was no closer to a conclusion than she’d been earlier, and she was sure she’d never be able to sleep.
The next morning, birds were chirping and the sun was shining through the window when Genevieve’s eyes popped open wide, and she sat up in bed, unsure whether she was dreaming or not. Reaching down, she fumbled to pull the file back out and flipped quickly through the pages until she found the one she was looking for.
Running her index finger down the page, she stopped abruptly, her lips moving silently as she re-read the section. The page dropped to the bed and she looked up at the wall, her mind numb with shock.
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 17
Genevieve took her time finding the address Max had given her, changing vehicles twice and abandoning the last one on the other side of town, catching a bus to the area she needed to be in. The neighbor was accommodating, as Max said she’d be, and it wasn’t long before Genevieve was enjoying her first hot shower in days.
That’s when the tears came. One minute she was scrubbing down with soap that smelled like him, and the next she was sliding down the tiled wall, hugging her knees to her chest as the pain and stress and anger finally spilled over. It wasn’t until the water ran cold that she forced herself up, dried off with a towel and found a clean t-shirt in one of his dresser drawers to put on.
Upon entering the house, she’d stashed the file between his box spring and mattress, just in case. Retrieving it, she sat on the bed and started reading, spreading the papers into organized piles as she went. There were transcripts of conversations, ledger pages and lists of names, plenty of evidence to implicate Jenkins and a lot of other people in the tea and drug shipping ring. Not to mention a copy of the documents Jenkins had already drawn up for the transfer of the diner and land willed to her.
But it didn’t make any sense - why would her dad leave all the evidence hiding in plain site, more or less? He had to know that Jenkins would come after the files, and the deed because he wanted the land. Everything all nice and neat for him to get a hold of and destroy. It didn’t make any sense.
Stacking everything back into the folder, she returned it to the hiding spot and went to the kitchen. Her stomach was growling, and she knew the refrigerator would be empty, but she searched the cupboards and came up with a can of soup to heat up. As she stirred, images of the documents swirled through her mind, taunting her to figure out the one piece that would surely pull everything together.
She ate. Did the dishes. Paced. Wondered where Max was, and if he was even alive. Her mind was going in so many different directions she wasn’t even sure where or how to focus anymore. When she finally crawled between the sheets of Max’s bed and turned the light off, she was no closer to a conclusion than she’d been earlier, and she was sure she’d never be able to sleep.
The next morning, birds were chirping and the sun was shining through the window when Genevieve’s eyes popped open wide, and she sat up in bed, unsure whether she was dreaming or not. Reaching down, she fumbled to pull the file back out and flipped quickly through the pages until she found the one she was looking for.
Running her index finger down the page, she stopped abruptly, her lips moving silently as she re-read the section. The page dropped to the bed and she looked up at the wall, her mind numb with shock.
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