“Can it be disabled?”
“Not yet. Even once it is, I suggest getting a new phone and using a different account.”
“What were they accessing?”
“Everything. Texts, pictures, emails. Call records. Browsing history. Every keystroke was recorded.”
It made me happy that I’d never been stupid enough to take a dick pic, but even happier that I’d never asked Greer to send me a nude picture. Knowing someone had read our messages pissed me off enough.
“Who?” I asked.
“No clue.”
“How did you know it was happening?”
“After reading through the nasty-ass Kaya messages that someone owes me hazard pay for, a few things set off alarm bells.” Atlas glared at me. “I would’ve had something sooner, but deactivating the account made it tough.”
It made it easier for Greer, though, and that mattered more.
Atlas dropped the ineffective glower. “I finally got it reactivated earlier to see you were in Las Vegas.”
I glanced down at my feet that were firmly plantednotin Vegas.
“Exactly. But according to the metadata on the recent messages, your phone is there.”
I used to have a long list of vices—I was down to just the one with pretty hazel eyes—but even in my wildest party nights, I’d hated Vegas. It was all the fakeness of LA ramped up to a hundred and lined in neon and feathers.
“Know anyone there?” Easton asked.
I shook my head.
“Lucky for you, I do,” Atlas said. “He’s helped me catch a few skips.”
“Another bounty hunter?”
“Security for a resort owner.”
“A hotel employee is going to help you find out who is tracking me?”
He looked up from his phone. “Ash isn’t a regular employee, and his boss isn’t a regular resort owner. His tech guy is who sent the info on how to find the malware. Now that we’ve confirmed it’s there, we wait for them to track him.”
“And if they don’t?”
“They will.”
Easton’s phone buzzed, and my focus shot to him. “Mads says Greer is there, and they’re going to make Hank watch Old Flame.”
The knot that started between my shoulders and continued forward to cause an ache in the center of my chest loosened a fraction. “Good.”
I wasn’t sure how long we would be waiting, but at least she would be taken care of. I knew firsthand how good Maddie was at that.
It turned out, we didn’t have to wait all night like I expected.
It was less than two hours later when Atlas’s phone buzzed with a notification indicating an incoming FaceTime call. He didn’t answer right away as he looked at Easton. “You need to leave the room.”
“I’m fine,” he shot back. When Atlas arched a brow and still didn’t answer the call, my attorney stood with a scowl. “I’ll go feed the guppies.”
Once it was just the two of us, he connected the video.
