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“Nope, hacking, usually tracing embezzlement stuff but sometimes—”
“Brody,” Lee cut in and Brody stopped talking, his eyes got wide and he stared at Lee.
“Yeah, sorry, yeah, yeah, yeah,” Brody muttered and looked at me. “Confidentiality,” he whispered. “I keep forgetting.”
I looked around the room, fascinated by what Lee had built in a short period of time. It was a huge-ass operation.
“The other cubbies are for searches and stuff.” Brody started pointing. “That’s Kim’s cubbie. She’s hilarious, you’d like her. Her husband is a paramedic so she likes to work when he’s on shift, sometimes seven to three, sometimes three to eleven. Then there’s Pablo, but he’s part-time, like me. I do morning, he does afternoons. The other one is for the boys when they need to do computer work we can’t see.”
“Ah,” I said.
Brody looked to Lee. “See, I told her the whole thing without talking aboutthe jobwe’re doing.”
Lee stared at Brody, obviously reevaluating doing a favor for his sister.
“That’s good, Brody,” I said to him like he was a lovable dog, which in a way, he was.
Lee put his hand at my back again, indication it was time to go.
“When we leave, lock the door and don’t open it for fifteen minutes unless you get a knock. Three, two, two. Got that?” Lee said to Brody.
“Three, two, two. Got it.” He turned to me. “Lots of codes around here. Three quicks then a long. Three short, three long, three short. Shit, what’s this new code again?” he asked Lee.
Lee sighed. “Three, two, two.”
“Yeah, okay. Three, two, two. Later, Indy. By the way, really dug the El Salvador e-mail. That was hilarious. Where do you come up with that shit?” Brody asked, but didn’t expect an answer and then walked back to his desk chanting, “Three two two, three two two…”
Lee guided me out of the room and back to the reception area. Dawn was behind her desk and she schooled her features into a benign smile at our approach. Her immaculate desktop was marred by a gunbelt, which Lee picked up with the barest hint of a nod of thanks to Dawn.
He pulled out a flat black thing with two prongs at the top.
“Stun gun,” he stated. “You have to be close to use this. Take down is half a second so it’s quick. Don’t touch the prongs or you’ll get cranked with six hundred twenty-five thousand volts.”
Holy crap!
Is that what happened to me?
Six hundred and twenty-five thousand volts?
That seemed like a lot.
A lot, a lot.
Lee was still talking. “Batteries are new. Switch it on and touch the prongs to your target and he’ll go down.”
“Youshould know about those, considering,” Dawn chimed in sweetly. “They’re not pretty, but they work!”
Lee’s eyes cut to her and she immediately turned her attention to the computer, and I just stopped myself from sticking my tongue out at her and giving her a “nanny nanny foo foo” head wag.
Lee shoved the stun gun back into the belt and pulled out something that looked somewhat like a real gun.
“Taser,” he said. “You can use this from a distance. Point and shoot, same result as a stun gun. Prongs come out and juice him. Don’t worry about clothes. These prongs will even go through a vest.”
“That’s a bulletproof vest,” Dawn cut in again.
“Thanks,” I snapped sharply on a saccharin smile with a bitch glare, a combination better known as the Bitch Triple Threat.
When I looked back to Lee, his eyes were crinkled and he was shoving the Taser back into the belt.
