Page 59 of Kilo's Edge

“What might be nothing?” I insisted.

The knock on the door made me jump in the chair I’d sat on. Everyone fell silent and looked over at the door.

“I’ve got it,” Dustin said, getting up and going over there.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

I breathed out a sigh of relief when I heard Kilo’s voice. Getting up, I went over and practically threw myself into his arms. They wrapped around me and I didn’t need to look to know he was scowling at Dustin.

“Who’s that?” Kilo demanded.

“That’s my partner, Jeremy Michaels.”

“Why are you here?” he asked again.

“Come on,” I said, pulling out of the hug and tugging on his arm. “Come sit down.”

“I got an alert about an hour ago. Someone accessed our server,” Dustin told us.

“Okay. And?” Kilo said, clearly agitated.

“Like I said, it could be nothing.” That was directed at me.

“You wouldn't be over here bothering my girl if it was nothing,” Kilo pointed out.

I elbowed him and gave a meaningful look in Carmen’s direction. She was sitting at the table, head down, staring at her plate. Her silence worried me. “Maybe you should go upstairs-”

“I’m okay,” she said. Her voice was firm, and when she looked up at me there was a determined look in her eyes. “I’m not a kid. I can handle it.”

She was a kid, but this involved her just as much as the rest of us, so I nodded. “Okay, Carmen.” I looked over at Dustin. “Why is this worrying you so much?” I could see it in his face. He was trying not to show us, but he was worried.

“Because the code was from the FBI and when I checked with the lead agent assigned to your case he knew nothing about it. He’s looking into it from his side.”

“What exactly does that mean?” I asked. “That they got into your server?”

“The U.S. Marshals have their own- Look, I don’t have time to explain it, but no one is supposed to be able to access Camila’s records except a handful of people since Kruzman keeps finding her.”

“And someone did?” Kilo insisted.

“Yeah.”

I blew out a long, heavy breath. Jeremy was standing quietly behind us. He never really spoke much, so that wasn’t unusual. The fear was clogging up my throat as I listened to them. Even though I knew that the guys were planning to have all this go down in another two days, this just seemed too soon. If Kruzman had found me, none of us were ready for that. It meant things were going to be that much more dangerous for Kilo and his brothers. I didn’t want that.

“Does that mean they have her information? Like...they know where she is?” Kilo asked, looking tense.

“Yeah. But I don’t know for sure that it wasn’t one of the FBI Agents who’s assigned to her case. I only spoke to the one, but he-”

“Shit,” Kilo muttered, cutting him off. “What are the fucking odds that it’s that innocent?” He shot me a worried look, then glanced over at Mama and sighed. She was looking just as upset as Carmen.

“Fifty-fifty, at best,” Dustin admitted.

“Fifty-fifty odds work against me one hundred percent of the time. What was your plan?” Kilo asked him with a scowl.

“To sit with them until I figured out who accessed our server,” Dustin said with a shrug.

This wasn’t good. At all. We were two days away from taking Kruzman down. And by ‘we’ I meant the guys. There was no way that this was a coincidence. That would be too easy.

“That’s not the worst idea,” Kilo told him in what was the closest to nice he could be. “Give me a minute.”

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