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“But you do?”
“Yes. I discovered that he’s been using darkstar76 almost as often as he logs in as blackwillow73.”
She made another soft noise of understanding. “What do the numbers stand for? Any idea?”
“My guess is, like your phone passcode, those numbers have some tie to him.”
“The dates his parents were born?”
She was damn sharp. “Very possible.” Now that he thought about it further, the theory made sense.
He grabbed his phone and shot a text to Livingston to look into the intel and then set his phone aside.
Lark straightened. Her arm lifted from his chest, but she dragged the flat of her hand slowly across his pecs. The move was probably just meant as affection, but it had Clay’s cock pounding with blood.
She circled to stand beside the desk chair he sat in and when she leaned in to peer at the laptop screen, her curls tumbled over her shoulder. “Wait—thisis the guy who plotted to bomb a church? Then escaped from the prison transport?”
She pointed at the kid.
Clay nodded. “He’s a dweeb, I know. But you can’t look at these guys on social media and think they’re harmless. Let me show you something.” He clicked a few buttons and a guy’s profile photo came into view. “What do you think about this guy?”
“I’m pretty sure he played clarinet in his high school marching band.”
He nodded. “He walked into a grocery store with a rifle and mowed down ten people.”
Lark jerked her head to look at Clay, a gasp on her lips.
He nodded. “You can’t judge a book—or a criminal—by its cover.”
“I see. Bring up the other guy again. I want to look at his forum profile.”
Clay did so, torn between watching her scroll through the profile he’d studied for hours and gawking at the way she stood with one hip jutting to the side.
She brushed her finger over the touchpad on the laptop and brought up another photo. After scrolling for about thirty seconds, she stiffened.
He drew his attention from her round ass and centered on the screen. “Who is that?”
“It’s the guy who hired me to deliver the bomb.”
He jolted into a straighter position. “You’re kidding.”
She shook her head. In a few clicks she had five more windows open, and Clay was looking at a police website and a mugshot.
He leaned forward. “What the hell did you just do?”
“Another reverse image search.” She darted a glance at his face. “You don’t know this trick I used on that bomb too? You can drag a photo of anything into a search engine and find it. For example, I once saw a celebrity wearing theseadorableshoes and I just had to find them.”
“Lark,” he cut in. “Less about shoes. More about criminals.”
“Oh. Right.” She waved a hand at the screen. “As you can see, the mugshot came right up. And he’swanted.”
He scanned the list of charges. “For a hit-and-run.”
“See? He is a bad guy!”
“For a hit-and-run?”
“Property damage!”
