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“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Agent Taylor must have thought he was asking because her name was unusual.
“You heard me. Her name is Utah, like the state. I guess her parents were hippies or some shit.”
Liam dropped back into his leather chair so hard, it rolled back until it hit the windowsill behind him.
There were so many thoughts racing through his head. The one he was still trying to wrap his head around—Utah was behind the hack. He felt so betrayed.
Fuck, I left her alone in my house. And gave her my blessing to use my work computer.
This could be bad.
Although he hadn’t gotten any fraud alerts from the credit monitoring agencies he paid, but that didn’t necessarily mean shit. It’d taken a week for the hospital’s IT specialists to find the damage she’d inflicted. Who knew what kind of havoc she might have wreaked on him personally that he wasn’t aware of.
Had she deliberately targeted him individually, too?
But that didn’t make sense. He was the one who’d sought her sister out. Was Dakota in on it; had she set him up?
No. He didn’t think so, but at the moment, his head was spinning, and he wasn’t sure about anything.
“Is she the only arrest you’ve made?”
“So far. We’re trying to figure out if there’s a way we can bring charges against any of her friends and family to try to have more leverage with her. So far, she’s not talking. She lawyered up.”
Good.
Fuck! No that isn’t good!
But he was glad she was being smart and protecting herself.
A thought occurred to him.
“What are the chances we can get restitution in lieu of jailtime?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Chapter Nineteen
Utah
“Douglas!” the stern-looking guard in the unflattering brown uniform barked. Utah jumped up from the bench she’d been sitting on next to a few women picked up for prostitution. “Your lawyer is here.”
Utah offered her wrists to be shackled. As the woman secured her in handcuffs, Utah scrutinized her slicked back bun. The woman’s hair was pulled so tight, Utah wanted to ask her if it gave her a headache. That might explain why she was so grouchy.
“Good luck, girl!” her newfound friends called as she walked out of the cell, the guard holding her firmly by the arm as she led her through a series of doors that made a loud buzzing noise before automatically opening. Their every move was obviously being monitored by cameras as they went.
That got Utah wondering how easy it would be to hack their video feed. Not to do anything too malicious, just have a little fun fucking with them.
The guard led her to a room and uncuffed her before opening the door. A young man who looked like he was still in high school sat at a table wearing a suit that was probably his father’s.
This did not bode well for her if this was her public defender.
She’d lawyered up the minute she’d been arrested in the Market Basket parking lot on Plum Island. The only thing she’d said to them was, “You couldn’t have done this before I went inside?”
Utah was most pissed that they’d arrested her after she’d done her shopping. She hoped at least someone deserving had gotten her two hundred dollars’ worth of groceries.
She’d even mentioned it to the judge when he asked if she could afford an attorney when she entered her not guilty plea. For some reason, that seemed to incense the older man as much as it had Utah, so he granted her request for a public defender.
