Page 88 of Cage

Two large, protective men.

Each with a dominant side.

Physically capable of meeting any challenge.

And crucially, working on the same side to find Katie.

‘What’s that?’ Cage asked as he witnessed Kane take a seat at the kitchen table and unpack his backpack to reveal two laptops, a couple of small black boxes, and a whole bunch of wires. ‘Actually, don’t bother. Just get to work.’

‘On it,’ Kane said, his warm brown eyes fixated on the dual screens. ‘Okay. Okay. This shouldn’t take too long. Any chance of an espresso?’

Cage rolled his eyes and then nodded.

Kane loved coffee.

Maybe it was a firefighter thing. Or it could have been a hacker trait. Either way, when there was work to be done, Kane always worked best with a caffeine injection.

The stronger the better.

‘Here’s a triple shot,’ Cage said, placing an espresso cup down next to Kane as he tapped on the keys with serious intent. ‘I can’t even imagine doing what you do. It’s like another language to me.’

‘Maybe because it literally is another language?’ Kane laughed, downing his triple espresso in one hearty gulp. ‘Never mind. Now step back and watch the master at work.’

Kane began to work in overdrive.

It was spectacular to witness.

Cage could do nothing but watch. His input wasn’t needed. But what exactly was Kane doing?

‘Okay,neeeeearlythere,’ Kane grinned, his dimples almost glowing with pride. ‘Any moment now I should have hacked into the laptop and…. Bam! In!’

Cage punched the air in excitement.

After a quick high-five, Kane continued to work his magic.

‘Location?’ Cage asked, his voice full of anticipation. ‘We need a location.’

‘Got it, let’s go,’ Kane said.

Without further ado, the two Daddies stormed out of Cage’s place and made their way outside.

‘Let’s ride,’ Kane said, pointing over at his Harley. ‘Come on. I know a shortcut that involves some seriously nimble riding.’

‘So what are you saying?’ Cage replied, jumping on the back of the super-charged motorcycle.

‘I’m saying, hang the fuck on,’ Kane laughed. ‘Things are about to get wild.’

Kane wasn’t lying.

The ride over to the location was intense.

As part of Kane’s training as a firefighter he had been on several extreme-driving courses. Three involved cars and firetrucks, but there was also an option to take the motorcycle unit too.

Kane had been more than happy to take this option up.

Cage felt momentarily queasy as he got off the bike.

One too many near-misses along the way that probably aged Cage at least ten years.

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