chapter 120

Oakridge drive 

Cam's POV

The house on Oakridge Drive looked like it belonged to a ghost. The paint was peeling, the windows were grimy, and the yard was overgrown with weeds. It was hard to imagine this place being anything more than abandoned, let alone the potential hub of a conspiracy. Bella stood beside me, her eyes scanning the area with sharp focus. 

"This is it?" she asked, her voice low. 

"This is it," I confirmed, stepping forward. "Dr. Fenton claimed it was a meeting spot mentioned in the call." 

We reached the front door. The wood was cracked, the edges splintered from years of neglect. I tried the handle, but it was locked. 

"Of course," I muttered. 

Bella pulled a bobby pin from her hair with an arched brow. "Let me." 

"You know how to pick locks?" 

She gave me a sly smile. "You'd be surprised what you learn in law school. Don't tell my professors."