I gripped my purse to my chest. “Shouldn’t we call the police?”
“I don’t think they’d be convinced there was a break-in.”
I followed him inside. “But you are?” When he gazed back at me, I held up a hand. “Never mind. Of course you can tell.”
“It was a methodical search, and they were smart enough to get past my security. They also seemed to know where my cameras were.” He brought in his laptop and set it on the kitchen island. He tapped a few keys and the video feeds came up.
I wasn’t sure I even knew how many cameras were in the house.
We’d had sex all over the damn place.
“Do you keep a running tape at all times?”
He nodded. “I usually review it weekly and dump it.”
“Usually?”
“We’ve been a little busy.”
I popped each of my knuckles with my thumb. “Are we…um. Hmm.”
Blake raised an eyebrow. “We’ll revisit that conversation, all right?”
“You’re damn right we will.”
An insistent banging on the front door halted our conversation. Blake went to answer it, checking the peephole before he swung open the door.
“What the fuck, son?”
Blake’s face was murderous. He paced the length of the kitchen, then back again.
I put my hands on my hips. “For God’s sake, just tell him.”
When he gave me a mutinous look, I went over to Jack and hugged him. “I’m sorry. He’s being an asshole.”
“Great,” Blake muttered.
“Well, you are. He’s your best friend, Blake.”
Jack dumped a case onto the table. “I brought my equipment. Now are you going to bring me in on this little secret society crap you two have got going?”
I opened the rice container and fished out the memory stick.
Blake snatched it out of my hand. “Remember the night someone broke into the old Stuart place?”
Jack nodded. “Sure, the beach house. I thought it was kids.”
“No. Someone’s been looking through the house for this. Or so we think anyway.” He dropped the diary onto the kitchen island.
Jack picked it up. “Gracie dropped this last week. On the steps.”
Blake nodded, then took it back from Jack. “It was a diary from her grandmother.”
Jack crossed his arms. “Something juicy in there, I take it?”
“It’s in some sort of code.”
“Like I need a decoder ring deal type of code?”