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I’d had no animals for my entire life—my father didn’t believe in having animals as pets—and when I got out of prison, that was the first thing I did. Got some fish.
I’d killed quite a few of them before I found a way to help them live. And that way was just making sure they were fed and had clean enough water.
Hopefully, Wake was able to keep them alive while I was gone. I was on a two-month streak with these fish.
“Will do,” Wake said, sounding worried.
I rolled my eyes at the mother hen and went about getting ready to go.
I was just getting my bags to the back door when there was a knock on it.
I opened my back door to find Folsom standing there.
Just the sight of her made my heart race.
“Folsom,” I said.
Folsom was Aodhan’s wife’s best friend. She was also a longtime friend of Etienne, another friend that I’d made in prison.
Aodhan was another member of Gator Bait, and Aodhan’s wife, Morrigan, was always with Folsom. It was as if they were one soul living in two separate bodies.
“Hey,” she smiled at me, her perfectly straight white teeth impeccable as always.
Her eyes were a dull brown, almost muddy in color, but there was something about her face that always seemed so familiar to me.
As if I’d met her before.
“I’m coming with you,” she informed me.
I didn’t even blink at the understanding that she knew where I was going.
It didn’t surprise me in the least.
One, Wake’s wife would’ve told her, asking her for help.
Though I knew that wasn’t it.
Folsom was a hacker.
And not a government one, either. A black hacker that did what she wanted, went where she wanted, and couldn’t care less whose privacy she invaded when she did it.
Pretty much, she was the smartest person I knew and did a damn fine job at driving me nuts.
“Um,” I hesitated.
She smiled. “Don’t worry, JP isn’t coming with me.”
JP was actually her daughter, Julie Payne, and she was a genius just like her mother. Though in a less in-your-face kind of way.
Both JP and Folsom were hard for me to be around. They acted and reminded me so much of my sister and father, both certified geniuses themselves, that they were always bringing up bad memories. That was why I went out of my way to avoid them if I could.
“I’m more worried that you think you can come with me,” I shouldered my bag and walked out, pushing her to the side as I did.
Once the door was locked, I headed back into the alley that would lead me to my truck.
Normally, I would ride my bike, but it wasn’t quite so easy when you had a big-ass bag with you. Since I didn’t know how long I’d be there, I had to bring more than I wanted and would probably need.
“I can help,” she argued as she followed behind me. “I’ll get there on my own. So either I can go with you now, or you can just let me in when we get there.”
