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P1C@SS0M0L3: Interesting. And here I thought I was reaching out to a member of the Inferno. Pity I got that wrong.
“Okay, but how much blood are we talking?” Jase asks. “Enough to kill someone, or just regular fight shit where someone’s nose got busted?”
They got the Inferno right, but this can still be anybody who knows the group.
L364CYWH1Z: What kind of problem?
I nudge my glasses up the bridge of my nose and glance up at the room. Ames is sitting with Emily and Brinley, a blank look on her face while Brinley attempts to quietly console her.
P1C@SS0M0L3: That’s a tough deal with the murder charge. Thought you all were supposed to be different from your fathers.
My brows tug together, and I glance up again to see that nobody is paying attention to me.
“This is such bullshit,” Mason says as he sits with his own laptop, filing the necessary document. “How’d they get the indictment without any of us knowing?”
“My dad probably had something to do with it,” Ivy guesses from where she leans against Gabriel, his arm around her waist. “I knew the jackass wouldn’t just walk away and let the charity shit go.”
L364CYWH1Z: Word spreads fast.
Given this is just one of many handles I use, I’m not surprised this person found me. It’s not a secret that I’m part of the Inferno. What’s interesting is that this particular handle is one I only use occasionally. It’s more for research than anything and shouldn’t have traced back to me.
P1C@SS0M0L3: That tends to happen when I can read your search history as it happens.
My eyes widen, then narrow. Although I’d closed all the back doors left open to hack my computer, I can think of only one person intelligent enough to find the one I left open on purpose.
“Taylor.”
My head pops up when Tanner says my name.
He stares at me from across the office, his hair a mess from running his hands through it. Then again, we all still look like shit after running the gauntlet. Small twigs and shit are still stuck in my hair, mud splatter caking the bottom of my legs.
“Can you break into the police records, and find whatever evidence they used for the indictment? I need everything before we walk in to whatever interrogation they’re putting him through.”
“Give me five minutes and I’ll print it out. I’m already a step ahead of you.”
The guys go back to their discussion, and I switch screens to grab the records.
P1C@SS0M0L3: Tsk, tsk. Such a naughty boy for breaking into police records.
I hit print on everything I could find before responding. And my new friend just gave herself away simply by watching my computer.
L364CYWH1Z: Hello, Hannibal. It’s lovely to meet you.
“Shane, pull those records off the printer for me,” Tanner says. “Mason, is the notice filed?”
P1C@SS0M0L3: My reputation precedes me.
My heart pounds a touch harder to be talking to Hannibal.
Besides Kane, nobody I know has ever laid eyes on her. Through the different networks and circles, she’s still a ghost. Just a name and the admission that she’s female. Beyond that, she’s never been tripped up, discovered or caught.
“Okay, we need to get home and get in our suits. Taylor, I need you to keep digging. Tear the fucking Internet apart. Try to find anything that shows the governor’s involvement in this, as well as our fathers. If you find anything, call me immediately.”
I nod at Tanner’s request, choosing to remain seated while everyone leaves the office.
L364CYWH1Z: You hear we have problems, and I hear you’re willing to assist us with those problems.
Changing screens, I begin hacking into our father’s different businesses, looking for anything that may point to the reason for Damon’s arrest.
