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“I don’t know why you would think that.”
“Are you saying I’m wrong?”
No, he wasn’t saying that.
He couldn’t say that, not when, several months ago, the security system on his computers had been hacked and he’d started to receive unsolicited information from a hacker who was almost as good as he was.
To begin with, Casper hadn’t been sure if it was good information or bad information, but once he’d checked it out, it had allowed him to locate two abused women whom they might otherwise not have known about, let alone been able to help.
Casper had forwarded that information to his family, allowing them to effect the rescue of those two women.
He hadn’t told any of his family where that information came from in the first place.
Because he still didn’t know from where or who that was.
Oh, he’d tried using every bit of his coding, some of which he used regularly to enter the most secure computer systems in the world, to try and trace the IP address back to the sender. Each time he’d gotten only so far in that search, and then it was as if a brick wall had come up in front of his code and a smiling scorpion had filled his screen. No matter how he’d tried to get around it, he’d remained blocked from going any further, with only that grinning scorpion for company.
A recognized world-class hacker being hacked was such a humiliating occurrence, it wasn’t something Casper had wanted to share with the rest of his family.
When the second file of information dropped into his system with equally positive results, he’d decided to go with the attitude of never look a gift horse in the mouth.
Which was why he didn’t think the hacker and the person who had cut the brake lines on his car could be the same person, not when one destroyed and the other saved. “I don’t believe anything else going on in my life is connected to the deliberate damage and sabotage of my car,” he stated without hesitation.
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“I am.”
“No disrespect intended, but I don’t think you’re currently in the right frame of mind to make that judgment call.”
“No disrespect intended, hm?”
“I need to know all the facts—”
“You really don’t,” Casper snapped. “Do your job, Miss Jones, and leave me to do mine.”
“I can’t do my job to the best of my ability if you refuse to share all the necessary information with me.”
“As I’ve already stated, there is nothing else going on in my life that could be directly connected to the damage and sabotage of my car.”
“How about indirectly?”
His lips thinned. “No.”
“I can’t be as sure of that until I know what those other things are,” she returned equally as stubbornly.
Casper breathed out his frustration with her persistence. “Puncturing the tires on my car and gouging scratches into the paintwork are destructive and petty acts carried out by a destructive and petty person.”
“Do you include messing with the brakes of your car in that same criteria?”
He shrugged. “Admittedly, that’s not a petty act, and although it was extremely destructive, I don’t believe it was meant to be a lethal one. Otherwise, the lines would have been completely cut through and I would have crashed the first time I tried to apply the brakes. The other things occurring are smooth, sophisticated, and the complete opposite of destructive.”
“No doubt carried out by a smooth and sophisticated person.”
“I believe so, yes,” he snapped at her obvious mockery.
Persy eyed him curiously. “You sound as if you admire whoever is involved.”
Because he did.
