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Dollinger in on the details, I expected him to
say that I had done my job and was free to go.
    "That's not enough. We need hard proof. Keep
digging."
    "What? You need to stop him before tomorrow night.
Before he...." I couldn't even bring myself to finish the sentence.
    "This isn't about stopping him. It's about catching him
red-handed so he can't weasel out of this with his fancy lawyers and destroy
everything I've worked for."
    I couldn't decide who was the bigger monster, but in that
moment I wanted them both to pay.
    I handed the phone back to Gar, and forced myself to keep up
with Tommy the rest of the day.
    After several rides and more junk food, I just couldn't
focus.
    Tommy could tell that my mind was elsewhere. "Sam,
what's wrong? Are you still sick? Do you want a nap?"
    "I'm okay, but it's probably time we find your dad and
head home. Your mom will want to hear about the exciting day you've had."
    His blue, candy-covered lips frowned, but he didn't argue.
    I pretended to look for Mr. Beaumont, even though I knew
exactly where he was.
    We found him by the merry-go-round, which Tommy insisted on
riding.
    Mr. Beaumont stood a little too close to me as we watched
his son balance on the horse. His dark blue three-piece suit, nice tan, and fit
physique hid the monster lurking beneath the pretty veneer. From his perfectly
highlighted caramel hair to his glow-in-the-dark teeth, he screamed
"fake." I imagined his skin peeling off to reveal a slimy troll, complete
with red beady eyes and swollen pink lips oozing something green.
    What did the little girls see when he first walked in to
greet them? Did they see a respectable man in his early 40s, someone safe and
nice? Or could they sense the impending danger?
    He smiled at me as if he knew what I was thinking.
"Sam, have you enjoyed the fair?"
    "Yes, but I'm not feeling well. I think I ate something
that didn't agree with me."
    He checked his phone. "We'll be leaving after this
ride. I have to get to work."
    The whole ride home, I fought an internal war. Should I
listen to his thoughts or not? I couldn't stomach hearing more of his vile
intentions, but if Dollinger wasn't satisfied, more information would help.
    I slipped back in, but he had put aside his perversions for
worry over work.
    I would have to find another way to catch this bastard.

Chapter 7 – Sam
     
    For a man who'd hardly been home the last two days, Mr.
Beaumont sure broke his pattern that afternoon. He locked himself in his home
office, the one place I needed to be to get Dollinger what he wanted.
    Nothing revolted me more than spending time in his mind, but
I had to maintain mental contact to complete this mission.
    After a long evening and a sleepless night tossing and
turning in the guest room, I finally got my chance to snoop the next morning
when my target left for work.
    While Tommy spent some time with his mother, I snuck into
Mr. Beaumont's office and locked it behind me. Gar joined me, as I didn't want
him standing guard outside—might as well put up flashing neon lights announcing
my intentions, in that case.
    Gar stood by the door and watched as I turned on Mr.
Beaumont's desktop computer. I'd seen him use his phone and iPad to check
appointments, and he probably had a backup calendar on his computer. I'd
already captured his password from my long—and torturous—evening of mental
spying.
    Lucy could have just hacked into his system without the mind
probes, but I had to rely on old-fashioned methods.
    A few clicks of the keys and up popped his calendar.
    My heart raced as I scanned his daily appointments, looking
for anything that might incriminate him, while simultaneously scanning the
house mentally to make sure I wouldn't get caught.
    Work. Work. Business appointment. Work.
    Nothing jumped out at me. I looked for anything that
evening, as his thoughts had indicated some kind of rendezvous with a young
girl.
    He'd listed a phone number next to 7 p.m. I jotted it down
in a notebook, then