So I needed to chill and let them do what they had to do.
“I’m hanging in there,” I told her.
She smiled, her eyes moving over my face to see if I told any lies.
In order for her not to see I kinda told a lie, I said, “Do you know what Byron does for a living?”
She shook her head, and her gaze wandered Byron’s way. “I’m usually too busy working to chat with him, but that’s no excuse for the fact that I see him every day, I find times to chat with all my girls, and I’ve never asked.”
I hadn’t asked either and felt like a bitch I hadn’t.
I mean, six years?
“You know the Angels have been talking about getting a local computer guru,” I remarked.
I felt Harlow’s attention return to me, but I was still watching Byron when she asked, “You think we should ask Byron?”
I turned to her. “I think our only other choice is Cody, and he’s a Nightingale guy, so he might help, but he’ll also not be able to help if say, we get a mission that the boys don’t want us on.”
“He could be working on spreadsheets or something,” she noted.
“Have you ever seen his screen…as in, ever?” I queried.
“Hmm…” she hummed, her gaze sliding back to Byron.
“What are you guys talking about?” Raye asked after she walked up to us.
“I’m thinking about the Angels talking about asking Byron to be our local computer guru,” I told her. “If he’s got the skills. We’d have to ascertain that.”
It was then Raye’s gaze moved to Byron.
“There is a possibility he’s an internationally wanted computer hacker,” Raye said.
This had been her idea for some time. I’d always laughed it off.
Now I wondered.
Raye came back to us, smiling. “But as you know, that’s just my overactive imagination. That said, he’s on that computer all day, every day. That is, when he’s not sucking back his dirty chai or eating Lucia’s cooking.”
As already noted, this was true.
“Well, I can’t say for certain, but it kinda feels like he hides his screen. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it,” I remarked. “I mean, that’s fishy. Right?”
“I think it’s fishy,” Harlow said.
“Could be fishy,” Raye said. “Could also just be that he does confidential stuff for work and he keeps his screen in a position no one sees it because of that.”
Could be.
Could not be.
I’d never had a job that required computer work. But if most of it was confidential, I would assume a boss wouldn’t want me doing it in a public space.
We all sat with that for a moment.
Raye broke that moment.
“Anyway,” she went on. “I got a text from Clarice. Arthur has the briefing on Knox’s family ready for us. We’re meeting at Headquarters tonight after the girls get off shift. Seven thirty.”
