The Fix Read Online Mia Sheridan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 128083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
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Like Erik had said, he found a plethora of photos of Anton Kiss at one social event after another, the latest just days before. He was handsome in a hawkish way. Large forehead, sharp nose and cheekbones. Eyes that seemed to challenge the camera even while his mouth was shaped into a smile.

There were far fewer photos of Josephine Kiss, and like Erik had said, they were all from the nineties. She had a direct stare as well, evident even from behind her glasses, but whereas her brother’s appeared mildly threatening, Josephine’s simply looked candid. And almost . . . guileless. Almost.

Rex paused on the most recent photo, though it wasn’t very recent at all. Josephine was standing next to an older man, identified in the caption below as her father. His hand was resting on her shoulder protectively, and he was smiling down at her with affection. Rex’s gaze held on the young woman. She looked like one of those old-fashioned Kewpie dolls. Dark hair to her chin and bangs that stopped just above her arched brows. Round, heavily lashed eyes and full lips but a narrow mouth. There was something very compelling about her face, and Rex lingered on it longer than he’d meant.

Who are you, Josephine Kiss?

And what exactly happened to you?

He truly wanted to know.

The questions made him remember what he’d been intending on doing right before he’d received Erik’s call. He minimized that browser and opened another, typing in the address to Hollis’s campaign site. Once again, it took Rex all of two minutes to hack in. He went back through the emails and found that the one from Cyrus had been deleted. That was fine. Nothing was ever really deleted, and Rex had already saved a copy of it anyway. He wasn’t surprised to find it gone now that Cami had visited Hollis and alerted him to the fact that the message had been from the boy, and that she knew about it. Hollis might be covering his tracks, or he might simply be deleting evidence that he’d ignored a child’s plea for help.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what Cami had told him about flashing that mirror at Mrs. Willoughby through the window as he’d held her in his arms in his bed. The vision had nagged at him, repeatedly running through his mind even before he was fully awake. At first, he’d thought it was just his nervous system reacting to the picture his mind had conjured of Cami tied to her bed, mouth taped as she tried desperately to signal for help.

God, it killed him inside to think of her that way.

And it caused an admiration that felt too immense to hold. Her grace under fire should be taught in military classes. Then again, that kind of courage couldn’t be learned. A person either had it, or they did not. He’d worked around enough soldiers who’d gone to hell and back to know that much.

So yes, he was overwhelmed with reverence for her, but he didn’t think that was the sole reason the image kept forcing its way to the front of his mind.

It was how, the last time he’d been navigating through the website currently open in front of him, reply boxes kept popping up. There’d been a . . . desperation that he couldn’t put his finger on. The way the numbers had appeared, the cursor going backward several times as if they were being typed in haste and mistakes were being made. He might be off the mark, but Rex had learned to follow his instincts anyway. Sometimes he was wrong, but more often, he was not.

If someone was attempting to communicate with him through the back door of this specific site, that person knew he’d be there, or had suspected he would be and then waited for him to arrive. And that would only be possible if that person knew all the ins and outs of his and Cami’s current investigation. Further, that individual was either extremely nervous, a bad typist, or . . . impaired.

She was in an accident where she was flung from the car when she was eighteen and became a quadriplegic.

Could the person attempting to communicate with him be . . . Josephine Kiss? The possible insider they’d wondered about? What kind of wild scenario would have led to that? He couldn’t begin to guess.

He clicked through the site. The two blog post drafts had been published, several inconsequential emails had been sent, many comments had been logged, some positive, some not. Rex figured that was pretty common for a politician running for any office, from president down to dogcatcher.

He stayed long enough to determine that no one was there with him. He glanced at the string of numbers next to his computer that he’d written down. They meant something. He’d input them into a browser in a few different ways, but nothing had come up. He’d thought at first they might be a latitude and longitude, but they weren’t. He’d gone on the dark web and poked around inside the site where Cyrus’s video had been playing but came up empty there too.



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