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Got rid of? Did that mean he killed them? She didn’t know anything about Jared. About what type of guy he was.
“Would he have killed Angie?” she whispered. Was she dead?
“According to what I’ve learned, Jared is a different man from his father,” Miles told her. “I don’t think he would have killed her.”
Relief flooded her. So there was still a chance.
“All right, keep searching,” Zander said. “Let me know as soon as you find something.” He stood and set her on her feet. “Could you stay here for a moment with Miles, while I talk to the others?”
“Yeah, of course.” She gave him a tight smile, and he leaned in to kiss her lightly. Then he nodded to the others. “Upstairs, all of you.”
When he left, she glanced awkwardly over at Miles. She wondered why he’d left Miles here with her and not Webb. It wasn’t like Webb had ever been mean or unaccepting of her. He was far nicer than Miles, who seemed a bit indifferent. Then again, maybe she was misreading what Zander wanted to talk to them about.
Maybe it wasn’t about their shitty attitudes toward her. Perhaps he wanted to talk about who kept using all the toilet paper without replenishing the roll or something.
She sat on a spinning chair and watched as Miles hunched over a keyboard, punching something into it. Numbers and letters raced across the screen.
“What are you doing?” she asked after a few moments of watching him.
“Trying to hack into a security system,” he said. He started typing something into the screen. She moved closer, studying what he was doing.
“Isn’t that illegal?”
“Nah, I’m being paid to do it.”
Huh?
“Z often takes these jobs. He knows I like them. I hack into the system to show companies where their weaknesses are, then I write code up to fix the weak spots.”
Wow. That was crazy.
She watched his fingers move across the keyboard.
“Come on, come on. There! Got it! I’m in.”
“You’re amazing.”
He turned to look at her, his cheeks growing red. “No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, that was amazing. I can’t believe you did that so quickly.”
“I’ve been working on it a while.”
“I wish I was good at something like this,” she confessed. “Something useful.”
He shrugged. “I can’t do a lot of the things the others can do. I can’t fight or shoot and I’m a liability out on the field. We all can’t be good at everything.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
Turning in his chair, he studied her. “You like to game?”
“Um, I like board games but I’m guessing you don’t mean that.”
He just grinned. “Have you never played a video game?”
“When I was younger.”
“Come on. Let’s find something to play.” He stood and moved to the couch.
