Page 103 of Wicked Games

Eventually Matt’s parents’ divorce finalized, and Matt’s dad relocated to a new house. This one, actually. Unfortunately forMatt, the closest private school was Lion’s Head. He transferred out the next year.

We hype up the rivalry when we’re under a microscope, but we’re still cool. Who gives a fuck if I can’t stand his teammates or we crush them on the ice?

“It’s just a camera,” Matt tells me. “No audio. Where’d you find this?”

“Margo’s room. How does it work?”

He swivels toward me. “That chick you were with at the football game.”

“Yeah.”

“Interesting. Weren’t you dating Lucy’s sister?”

He means Amelie. But he’d know Lucy better from Lion’s Head.

“Absolutely not.” I motion toward the figure in his hands. “Explain how it works.”

“It connects to Wi-Fi periodically and sends the video it collected. I think it’s motion activated, which is pretty standard, but it only records for a limited time to preserve life. Think like those doorbell cameras? You can tap into them and watch live, but it drains the battery. Unlike those doorbell ones, this doesn’t have audio. So in theory, it would last a lot longer.”

Freaking hell.

I rub my eyes. “Can you find out where it was sent? And what the last video was?”

“It has a setting in here to send a data dump once a day, then it erases. Pretty nifty, actually, but quite ordinary. You could find something similar in any tech shop in the city.”

“How am I supposed to find out who’s beenspyingon us?”

Matt shrugs. “Silver lining?”

I stare at him.

“The person would’ve had to connect it manually to their Wi-Fi. First, whoever put it there would obviously need the home’spassword to get on, and then they’d have to set up this figure to connect.”

I mull that over. “It would be someone who had the house’s Wi-Fi password.”

“Yep.”

“She has a small network of friends.” I sigh, because I’m pretty sure I’m back to square one.

If Savannah or Amelie is Unknown, it would make sense that one of them would try to infiltrate Margo’s life.

So… which one did it?

There’s a sinking feeling in my chest. This has to end.

“Can you track it?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “Yeah, I can probably rig a virus in. They’ll open the most recent video, and it will let me get into their computer.”

“You’re a fucking genius, man.” I slap his back and stand. I’ve still got to go home before I can make it to school. “Let me know what I owe you.”

“Undying gratitude,” Matt replies. “I’ll cash in a favor someday.”

At this rate, we trade exclusively in favors. What he’ll need in a day, a week, a year is anyone’s guess. But the same could be said for me.

“Call me when you get answers.”

And in the meantime, I’m going to set some fucking ground rules with the Emery-Rose student body.

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