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“Really?” Her tone perked up.
“Yeah, really,” I told her as Remy turned in his seat.
“I think I’ve got a lead,” he said quietly. His eyes glistened, his hair a ruffled mess. He’d been pulling all-nighters just like I had and it was starting to show.
I stood, keeping hold of my phone as I stepped toward him and spoke to Sofia. “Listen, I gotta go, but don’t tell Lorenzo I might be coming home, okay? I’ve got some things in the works.”
Remy’s computer beeped, his screen flashing green and then black and then green again. “What the…” He spun around in his chair, nearly knocking himself over in the process. “Shit, no!” He tapped away at the keys. “They’re in my system.”
“Fuck,” I murmured, pressing theend callbutton. I didn’t have time to say a proper goodbye to Sofia. But it was okay because if all went to plan, I’d see her soon enough. I jumped out of my seat and rushed over to him. “Who’s ‘they’?” I asked Remy, standing behind him and trying to make sense of all the code that would periodically show up on the screen.
“I don’t know!” he shouted, his panic rising. I’d never seen his fingers move so fast over his keyboard, if I blinked, I was sure that I’d miss it. “Get out, get out,” he chanted, half standing, half sitting. I had no idea what any of the words on the screen meant, but a few seconds later he threw his fist in the air and made a battle cry sound. “Got you!”
“Got you?” I asked, hating how I felt like I was talking to a toddler who was ignoring the hell out of me. Remy continued typing away, bringing up several new screens as he grinned like a fool. “Remy, Jesus Christ, tell me what the hell is happening.”
He turned slowly, his finger pointing at his screen. “I found him.” He paused, slowly nodding. “And now I’ve put a tracker on him so wherever he goes, we’ll know it.”
A breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding burst out of me, relief mixing in with my plan of revenge. There was nothing more important than this mission right now—I knew it, and so did Remy.
“Holy shit,” I sighed, stepping closer to the screen. “We’ve got him.”
Remy didn’t say anything for several seconds, but his grin slowly disappeared. “He’s got some good tech behind him though.” He blinked, his gaze going far off before focusing back in on me. “It won’t be easy to get to him.”
I pushed my shoulders back, widening my stance. “I didn’t think it would. But if you come with me…” It was an open-ended statement, one that I was hoping he’d made his mind up about. For weeks I’d been trying to persuade him to come home with me.
Remy was exactly what we needed. Mr. Blue—the former FBI and any other letter agency computer guy—was real damn good, but he wasn’t just loyal to us. He was freelance, whereas Remy could become part of the family.
“I…” His shoulders tensed, indecision passing over his featured that was gone just as quickly as it appeared as he told me, “I’ll come back with you.”
Grasping his shoulder, I then squeezed. “Good. Because fuck knows what I’d do without you now.”
It was the truth; I just wasn’t sure whether he believed it or not. He wasn’t like the rest of us; violence wasn’t part of his everyday life. He was a back-end guy, but there was no doubt that he’d make us run a thousand times more efficiently.
I’d convinced Remy to come back with me, now all I had to do was convince Lorenzo.
But first we had something more important to take care of…
Revenge.
CHAPTER 3
NAVY
It had been two days since my dad had pulled me over using his police siren—forty-eight hours since I’d confessed my sins to him—and he still hadn’t been home.
I hadn’t seen his face, or heard his voice. He’d left me stewing, wondering what else he was going to say when he finally confronted me.
His words were still ringing over and over in my head, stuck on a loop that I couldn’t stop, no matter how much I tried.
You’re getting rid of it.
I winced, hating the five words with a passion that I couldn’t explain.
I’d tried to occupy my time, but as it was the weekend, I didn’t have schoolwork to keep me focused. All I could do was sit and wait for the front door to open and my dad to appear. Part of me wished I could go to one of the parties that Zara had begged me attend, but aside from the fact I wouldn’t be any fun to be around, my ankles were swollen and the tiredness was consuming every inch of me.
Being pregnant was no joke.
So I’d stayed home, wandering around the house…waiting.
