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“No,” says the head security guy. We change over shifts, but there’s always an overlapper. He pulls something up on the computer. “Here . . . shit. Someone managed to access it remotely.”
“Can you trace it?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t, maybe someone from the computer department?”
“Can you send everything?” I hand him my card, and then I’m out the door.
Someone with computer knowledge?
I’m not a fucking moron. That’s a lot of people on this planet, but I’m going to narrow it down to people with an interest in whatever the fuck Fallon was up to, this school, and guys who might have a grudge against Karlee.
In fact, I think I’ll start with that.
Back in my car, I pull up the small file on this Brandon guy, put his address into my GPS, and then take off.
Time for a little chat.
Fuck and fuck again. The pissant isn’t home. I pick the lock and ease into his place, but it’s a small studio. It’s a mess, and if he did it from here, I’m not going to be able to work it out. My skills don’t go that way. I can’t even fucking copy it.
But if he did it, I doubt he left the evidence lying about. I’d rather do it the old-fashioned way. Face to face, fist to face, threats. Whatever works.
When I lock the door behind me, I head out to the compound.
Brandon’s definitely on my list, along with all the other possibilities. I still don’t know who that man and woman are. Probably hires, people chosen to blend and have no skin in the game.
There’s also El Cabeza, the Lowlanders, and even the Smith Group. I don’t know because Fallon isn’t talking. And this Genesis has led pretty much nowhere.
But I think someone wants whatever it is Fallon has.
A college kid with a grudge and skills in hacking, according to the file, seems like an easy hire. Harass the girl and delete the evidence? Yeah, right up his alley. We’ll definitely be talking.
The meeting goes well. The trip was run of the mill, just like my guys said, but there’s a look in Leo’s eyes, hard, glittery, like he doesn’t like something.
“What is it?” I ask.
He turns his drink in his hand and takes a swallow as he leans against his desk. “I don’t know. There was something in the air.”
“Made you want to bust heads,” says Christian.
Leo cuts him a look, and his brother-in-law and third-in-command doesn’t seem the least intimidated.
“How’s your thing going?” my boss asks.
If I didn’t know Leonardo De Luca so well, I’d be startled, but I’m not, and I know he’s interested in more than making polite noise. Leo doesn’t do polite noise. There’s always an agenda.
“Complicated.” I sigh. “Fallon MacNamara got himself into something, and I don’t know what.”
He stands and straightens his tie as he catches the look that bounces between his three enforcers.
“You know, one thing I kept hearing were fucking whispers, Tizio, about trouble, like we’d done something to some Lowlanders. We stay in our fucking lane.”
I frown. “No trouble from us.” It’s true.
He nods. “There’s a lot of shit going down. It’s in the air, in rumors, and we all know what it is on the surface. So, you three are up to something and don’t even fucking try to deny it, or I’ll hang you all in the dungeon, you got me?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say.
He nods again. “This needs to know shit? If we need to know, it better be made known lightning fucking fast.”
