“No clue.” I pulled the Indecent polo over my head. “I am curious to find out. First, though, we need to get that elevator fixed.”
He raised an eyebrow at me, as he pulled the money out to count it. “What’s wrong with it? It worked fine when I arrived this morning.”
“Well, it isn’t now. Every time I tried to call it; the light turned red.”
Maybe he thought I was nuts or something, because he walked out of the office and over to the elevator. I held my breath, wondering if I was going crazy too. But he was denied access just as I was.
“I’ll call Jorge, see if he can figure it out.” Keith walked back into the office and over to the safe to put the money away.
But that wouldn’t open either. With a grunt, he pulled out his phone. I half listened to him as I logged onto the cameras with the now fully awake laptop.
I couldn’t access those either.
“Tell him to get here now. Someone has messed with all of our security.” Any amusement I felt a few minutes ago was long gone. I was sliding fast into defense mode.
We both sat anxiously in the office for Jorge to show up, just staring out the one-way mirror that allowed us to watch over the club. There wasn’t much to look at right now since we weren’t open yet. The day crew was cleaning the place while a couple security guys monitored them. Kent walked in and joined the other bartender with doing inventory. I wasn’t expecting him today, but that was fine. Inventory was always a pain.
The only people missing so far were the girls. And most of them would still be asleep. Last call on drinks was nearly an hour before last call on the girls.
Jorge came through the office door not much later, with his own laptop in hand. He was expensive, but one of the best when it came to computers. He was worth the money. He sat down at the desk and got straight to work. Demonstrating exactly why he was worth the money.
“Alright, I had to hack my way in because all of my info was wiped from the system. The good news, no one has tried to access anything at all. It looks like only the users were erased. One fingerprint was added this morning but then deleted a few minutes later. I see a record of it, but no name.”
“What did they access?” I asked him in a growl. I had an idea, but it was too unbelievable to accept. Yet, it was also the only thing that made sense.
He clicked a few keys on the keyboard then sighed, defeated. “I’m not sure. The elevator was accessed a few times this morning, and your main computer in here was logged into. All of it was around the same time. Just before noon.”
“Which is about when I came up to the office. I went to the studio first, but you were both still asleep, so I went to the club and the basement to do a few things. I came to the office just before noon.” Keith explained softly. “I never saw anyone else.”
I ran my teeth over my bottom lip and shook my head. “What did the elevator look like when you used it? Were Fiona’s clothes still in there?”
Keith thought about it for a minute. “Maybe. I know your stuff was still there. I didn’t exactly go through any of it.”
I chuckled incredulously and shook my head. He would have noticed if my entire backup wardrobe had been in there.
“You don’t think… no way.” My friend stared at me with his jaw on the floor.
“I can’t think of anyone else who was here. Jorge, fix the elevator, I need to see something.”
