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“Let’s try this.” She typed apple314for2.
“You found him,” Max said excitedly. “Impressive.”
She soaked in that praise. One kind word shouldn’t mean so much to her, but from Max, it did. Especially right now when she was feeling so sad and afraid and a little swept away by all the drama happening in her life. “We still need to see if it’s him.”
Agent Gunn made a call on his cell. “Give me a second to set up a trace on that account.” The agent steppedaway and spoke softly, doing whatever needed to be done to find her brother.
Hunt picked up on her distress and put his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close for a short hug. “Whatever charges your brother is facing are nothing compared to the fact that Marcus is dead and you could be on that hit list now that they didn’t get what this guy wants from you.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“Back off,” Max warned.
Hunt pulled his arm free and stepped back, his hands up, a grin for Max, who simply glared back at his brother.
Hunt refocused on her. “You know this is the right thing to do.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier. He’s my brother. I don’t want him locked up for the rest of his life.”
“What if you save his life by getting him to turn himself in before he or someone else gets killed?”
“I’ll try. But you suck at making me feel any better about this.”
Hunt gave her a half grin. “Sorry. I’d rather give you the truth and let you know you’re on the right side of this, even if your brother has crossed the line.”
Agent Gunn walked over. “We’re all set on our end. Send the request and password, but don’t tell him you’re working with us. Just see if you can get him to come back.”
She sent a request to connect to the user. She held her breath waiting for a response. Her head wanted one. Herheart was on the fence because she didn’t want to do anything that put her brother in jeopardy.
But this call wasn’t going to be what put him in a cell. He’d already broken the law.
She just didn’t want to be the one who helped the cops and not her brother. It felt disloyal, even though she knew he was probably safer in the cops’ hands than out there on the run from whoever was after him. And apparently her.
The request went through and a chat window popped up with one line.
What’s the password, freak?
She actually found a smile. A short laugh burst out of her.
“What’s so funny?” the agent asked.
“He used to call me that all the time when we were kids because I was freakishly good at doing math in my head.” She typed in the code she’d worked out.
A88CEDIE Geek!
About time. You alone?
She didn’t want to lie, so she asked her own question.
What’s going on? Why aren’t you answering your phone?
Long story. You OK?
No. Marcus was murdered. In my apartment, where I was attacked.
WTF When?
Last night.
