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“That’s the thing, I can’t find anything.” Tex explained. “I’m not giving up, but the dark web is not talking right now.”
“Could there be something that the dark web doesn’t know?” I asked.
“Doubt it.” Tex frowned. “I just haven’t found it yet.”
“Okay—keep digging.” I told Tex. “I need to speak with Seema.”
Tex nodded and was gone.
When I turned to look at Seema, I could tell she was not impressed with the concept of me hiding something from her.
Silently, I poured myself and drink, offered her one, but she declined. I sat across from her.
“What Tex wanted me to tell you is what I do for a living.” I began. “I thought when I told you my name, you’d know who I was. It was my ego, but I didn’t think I had to—I own a tech company. Falcon Eyes Tech Inc. We do take on some government projects, but that’s not entirely where we make our money. We try to develop technology that everyone can benefit from.”
“Okay—are you on a contract now with the government?”
I shook my head.
“We haven’t taken on a government contract since COVID started.” I replied. “I wanted to have some extra time to spend with Dillon, to give my people time to take care of their families, so we’ve just been working on tech we’ve created.”
“And how many new pieces have you created since then?”
“Two are anywhere near a spot where someone would want to steal it.” I sipped from my drink and leaned back in my seat. “One is a new navigational system for airplanes, and the other is for electric cars. We have a very strict non-disclosure—”
“People ignore those all the time.” Seema shifted, winced and clenched her teeth as she pressed a palm to her side.
“Let me see.” I told her.
Her eyes widened. “I’m fine.”
“I’m not asking to have my way with you, Goddess.” I told her. “I want to see where it hurts.”
“You’re not a doctor.” She pushed. “It’s nothing a shot of whiskey, some pain ointment and a nice shower can’t fix.”
I grunted.
“Stubborn.” I muttered. “Look, I don’t think someone on my team outed us to the competitors or anything like that.”
“Then what do you think is going on?”
Exhaling, I downed the rest of my drink and slumped back to level my eyes on her.
“I wish I knew.”
Long after Seema retired to the guesthouse for the night, I sat on the side of my son’s bed, listening to his breathing and soft snores. No one could understand how desperately I loved this human being—or the things I would do to make sure he was safe.
And the thought someone was out to get him to get to me—it disappointed me, saddened me, angered me.
The helplessness in not knowing who or what or where—the fear of knowing at any moment the darkness could grab a hold of him tore at me like blades in my skin.
Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to his head.
It helped feeling the warmth of him, hearing the soft sounds he made in his sleeping, watching his chest rise and fall.
It eased my mind seeing life there.
“Dad?” Dillon’s voice was soft.
