Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
"Looks like he cloned your phone to make it look like the messages came from you," Wren continues. "Hell, that's nice."
"What?"
"He inserted a program into the phone system somehow. The texts literally came from your phone. Phone records and everything indicate you made the texts."
Another wave of guilt rushes through me, knowing this is the exact thing that set everything into motion yesterday with Morgan.
"How can you tell?"
"Did you text your teammate?"
"No," I say.
"That's how I can tell."
Trust.
That's what was missing from the confrontation with Morgan yesterday, and fuck if that isn't a huge damn betrayal.
I didn't trust her. I let everything play out. I let her leave, knowing I didn't trust her, despite knowing about Henry's ability to get people to turn on others with fabricated evidence.
"He's embedded some shit in your system that would make it impossible to find him," Wren continues. "I'll worry about clearing it out later once we find her. It's gonna take some doing. This guy is good."
"Too good," I mutter.
Wren scoffs, and if I didn't know his skill level, I'd be offended by his ego. But the man on the other line is literally the top hacker in the country. Hell, if you get technical with his different aliases, he could possibly be the top five hackers in the country.
"Anything?" I ask after a long moment of silence.
"Nothing yet," he says. "The only thing I worry about is the chance that he took her and then didn't use any form of computerization or anything digital to disappear."
"The non-trail," I say, hearing the defeat already tinging my tone. "I wouldn't put it past him."
"I'll find something," Wren quickly interjects. "It's just not going to happen as fast as I hoped it would."
"I appreciate all the help we can get."
"Leave it with me," Wren says easily. "We'll get your girl back."
The line goes dead, and I try my best not to let hopelessness settle inside of me. Now, it's a battle of who the better hacker is. Having been defeated repeatedly by Henry, I can only hope that Wren has a few aces up his sleeve.
Chapter 33
Morgan
I cried all damn night, and it seems the tears aren't over with as Robert lifts our clasped hands and presses a kiss to the center of my palm.
The action is so sweet, a way for us to connect while he drives us to our destination.
As angry at him as I want to be, I already know I'm going to forgive him.
I know how things look for him and his teammates. As much as I want him to have believed me from the start, it's hard to ignore concrete evidence when it's right in your face. We haven't talked about it, but I know he had to have done so much research in an effort to prove that I wasn't involved with Henry in some plot to make him fall in love with me only to break his heart.
If that's how Henry treats his twin brother, I hate to imagine what he does to people he has no connection to.
"What happened?" I begin, but he shushes me, pointing to the dash of the vehicle.
"Company owned," he says. "Nothing we say in here will be private."
I snap my lips closed immediately. Cerberus already knows too much about me from the research that was done in an effort to figure out who Henry was in the very beginning. The last thing I want are witnesses to us trying to work through this latest mess.
"I got a hotel room earlier," he says as he pulls into a parking garage. "So we don't have to waste time at the front desk."
I breathe a sigh of relief. I have looked rough all day from the bad night I had, but I've continued to cry since he picked me up from work. The very last thing I want to do is spend time with someone staring at me while he's getting a room and wondering if I'm in danger.
"I'll get the door," he says as he parks, and I wait for him to climb out of the SUV and come around to my side.
He offers his hand to help me out of the vehicle and doesn't release it on the way to the parking garage elevator.
I didn't even pay attention to what hotel he brought us to, but even knowing the name wouldn't mean anything. There are a kazillion hotels in Vegas.
The second we step on the elevator, he positions himself behind me, his nose against my neck, arms wrapped all the way around my body, hands splayed across my lower belly.
I live in the moment for the briefest of seconds, but the pain and heartache I felt from yesterday is far from completely gone.
I take a step away.
"I'm still mad at you," I manage through my sorrow.