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“I know.” Jack cracked his knuckles. “Let me try one last thing.”
I watched the code go by on the screen and got dizzy with all the lines of letters and numbers.
“Seriously? Who the hell put this together?” He slammed on the keys and put together a very inventive string of insults.
Jack pressed his palms to the counter. “I need to call a friend.”
“Hell no.” Blake shook his head. “It’s bad enough I had to involve you in this.”
“They’re trustworthy.”
“If I don’t know them, they’re not trustworthy.”
“I’d trust Aidan Roth with my life. Hell, I have.”
I gripped Blake’s arm. “We’ve got to trust someone, Blake.”
He glared down at me. “You’re asking me to trust them with your life.”
“So far all they want is the diary.”
He clenched his jaw so tight muscles on either side flexed. “Do it.”
“Good.” Jack pulled out his cell and dialed. “Hey, buddy,” he said as someone on the other end picked up. Jack paced away and gave his friend a breakdown of what we’d been discussing.
Blake went from pacing to a stillness that worried me. When he got this silent and motionless, he actually scared me a little. Okay, maybe more than a little.
Jack came back into the room. “Okay, say hi to Lucy everyone.”
“Who the fuck is Lucy?” Blake said in a thunderous voice.
The woman on the FaceTime screen waved. “Me.” Her hair was so black it had a blue sheen to it. Her eyelashes were tipped in cobalt blue and her huge blue eyes were perfectly lined with an intricate black eyeliner. “So, here’s what we’re going to do. Jack is going to plug me into his laptop from the phone so I can get in there and do my thing.”
Blake clasped his hands at the back of his head. “Fuck.”
“Don’t worry, Intense Dude. I’m just going to crack the code and let you guys look at what’s inside. I’ve got clearance higher than your entire company combined. I don’t give two shits what’s on granny’s diary.”
“Annabelle would be flipping out at all the shots about grandmothers,” Blake said.
“Yeah well, this granny kinda rocks,” Lucy said from the FaceTime screen. Her fingers flew over her double keyboard. “But I’m better.” Ten minutes later, and another lesson in insults later, she slapped a cup down on the table on her side.
I jumped.
“Got it.”
Jack clapped. “You are my goddess, Lu.”
“And don’t you forget it.” She tipped her head and I noticed the ends of her hair were the same blue as her lashes. “Peace out, bitches.” And the screen went black.
Folders unfurled on the screen. Folders inside folders, and spreadsheets. So many spreadsheets. It was going to take us weeks to decipher it all.
“Holy shit,” Jack said.
I swiped my hand over my face. “What the hell were you into, grandmother?” I frowned. “What’s that file? It’s not a spreadsheet.”
Blake pushed Jack out of the way and popped open the Word document.
“It looks like more diary pages.” He tabbed through them. “And a video file.” He doubleclicked the file and my Grandmother’s face filled the screen.
