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I rub his leg. "Tell me what your plan is."
Remy clears his throat. "Before the Lucianos found out about the bedbug virus that the Riccardis planted—"
"The bedbug virus?" I interject.
Remy snarls at me. "I amnotgoing over this again."
I shrug. "I’m not a tech geek."
He groans. "The Lucianos’ boyfriends—Ryder, Cyan, and Enzo—had bedbug viruses on their phones that allowed the Riccardis to listen to their conversations. The virus evolved to allow the Riccardis to scrape location data in text messages, too. Before the Lucianos found out about it, we were able to transfer one last bedbug to a microchip."
"I’m listening."
"Are you?" Remy snaps. "You look like you’re tuning me out."
I lift my hands in self-defense. "I swear I’m not."
Remy’s eyes narrow. "If you make me repeat myself, we’ll have problems."
"Keep talking, fuck!"
"I’ll extort you."
I cackle out a laugh. "Good luck with that. I’m un-extort-able."
"Mrs. Webster called," Remy drawls. "She’s not accepting your word submission to her dictionary."
"Mrs. Who?"
"Merriam Webster," Remy explains like I’m five. "The woman who makes the dictionaries."
I clench my fists. "Get to the fucking point about the microchips."
"The Riccardis were able to make a bedbugcrawlout of Enzo’s phone on a playdate at Little Land, burrow into Mattie’s device without activating it, and crawl into the microchip on Mattie’s passport—where it transmits location data to the Riccardis."
My jaw tumbles to the ground. "The Lucianos wouldn’t suspect that."
"No, they wouldn’t. They think they’re safe because they eradicated the virus from their boys’ phones. They didn’t test Mattie’s passport."
"Do we have access to that data?"
"Yes. Mattie’s in Sicily."
My eyes narrow. "That’s where you tried to get back into Tommaso’s Nonna’s house a few weeks ago."
Remy smirks. "With this data, we can organize a coordinated attack."
"Let’s get Mattie and our kidnapping money."
ChapterTwenty-Six
Mattie
"Bye, bitches." I wave to my friends.
Enzo waves. "Don’t be long."
"We’re swimming in twenty minutes," Cyan warns. "If you’re not here, we’ll leave without you."
