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I can give her the chance to get the revenge she deserves.
I just have to play this right.
Closing the book and sliding it back into place, I pull my cell from my pocket and hit call on one of my contacts.
“Harris,” he says the second the call connects. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Thanks for sorting the house.”
“No problem. I’m here for whatever you need. Griff with you?”
“Yeah. He’ll come see you once we’ve sorted a few things. What have you got for me?” I ask, falling back into my seat and spinning around to gaze out of the window.
“Well, I’ve found a few things that might just interest you.”
“Hit me. I need some fucking good news.”
While we were trying to find Mav and Alana’s location, I had Ellis make a copy of the thumb drive from Luciana.
I have more than one hacker on hand, and I knew that I’d be able to find what I needed between the two of them.
There has to be something good to come out of all of this. We’ve just got to keep searching until we find it.
* * *
By the time I walk out of my office, I’m feeling a little more in control. I have a firm plan in my head and I’m confident in what the people outside of this house are doing.
Among us, we’re going to get all three of them.
As much as I might not want to trust or rely on people. I’m learning quickly that doing this alone is going to be impossible.
I need everyone who is currently under this roof, and a handful who are on the outside as well.
I just fucking pray that every single one of us comes out of this in one piece at the end.
If just one person fucks something up then we could all be dead, leaving those cunts to continue to rule this town and ruin people’s lives.
“Feeling better now that you’ve had a little word with yourself?” Aubrey asks from her position on my couch, where her and Griff seem to be deep in conversation.
“What’s that smell?” I ask, the rich tomatoey scent in the air making my stomach growl.
“I didn’t know what you were planning with what you got out, but I made a lasagna,” Aubrey explains.
“You cooked?”
“Jeez, you don’t need to look so shocked. I’m more than just a pretty face, you know.”
“You cooked in my kitchen?”
“Christ, anyone would think I just stole your puppy. It’s just a kitchen, dude. I treated it well and cleaned up after myself.”
“I swear to God, if you’ve broken anything?—”
“Such a fucking control freak,” she mutters, rolling her eyes.
“Where’s J?” I ask as I march into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.
“If you’re trying not to look like you’re checking for damage, then you need to try harder,’ Aubrey teases.
