Page 8 of Hacker Revelation

I remembered seeing a coffee shop next to White Hat Security. “The power was back up when we were working on the bomb. Did you go through the video during the time we were trying to disarm the bomb?”

“No. What do you want me to look for?” CJ asked.

I had to remind myself CJ was trained in pulling data, not in surveillance. He didn’t have the skills to look through video and see a suspect watching the car. A high percentage of criminals came back and watched over their work.

“Anything out of the ordinary. Sanchez would want to know if he failed to eliminate Sophie. He was there, or he had someone watching.” When CJ nodded his understanding, I added, “Give me an update later today. I’m looking through the files of possible new hires. The cases are piling up.”

Zane glared at me, probably thinking we would drop the Sanchez case. But it was too close to home and would have all our attention until we took him down. Still, the calls for new cases kept pouring through the door.

“We’re not dropping Sanchez. But I need to have someone work on the cases coming in.”

I handed Zane, Asher, and CJ folders full of resumes. They were military men and women looking to leave when there term was up. CJ had a puzzled look on his face.

“CJ, I had planned to wait and talk to Asher to make sure he was okay with my idea. But I know my brother, and I know it’s what he wants as well, so there’s no reason to wait.” When I looked in Asher’s direction, he was shaking his head. He knew what I was going to ask. “Will you come work for us?”

The room was deadly quiet. All eyes were on CJ. I didn’t know if he was excited or if he was trying to figure out how to say no.

CJ reached up and wiped his eyes. “Yes,” he choked out.

Asher blew out a breath of relief. “Damn. For a minute, I thought you would say no.”

CJ reached up and wiped his eyes again. “I love working here. Please don’t tell Bridget that. We will tell her my Dom required me to work here.”

“Not going to happen, love,” Asher said with a chuckle. “I’m scared of my brother’s wife. We can tell her together. I think she will understand.”

I really didn’t want to be around for that conversation. Bridget would take it out on the people in the room, and I didn’t want to be added to the no-fly list or be affected by whatever other evil electronic ways she used for revenge.

“Okay. One position filled. CJ, do in-depth backgrounds on all the men and women in those files. We need to hire at least six people.”

I left the men in the conference room looking through the folder as I headed back to my office. I checked in with the temp office assistant.

“Good morning, Stacy.”

She looked up from the report she was reading. “Good morning, Mr. Ross.”

Stacy Carol was in her late twenties. She was on the shorter side, curvy, and had a feisty attitude. She fit in well with the team. Asher and I had hired her three months ago to be the administrative assistant for the office. Her contract was up at the end of the month, and if she wanted to stay, I would offer her a job.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Antonio? My father is Mr. Ross.”

“What can I help you with, Mr. Ross?”

“You're fired.”

She tilted her head as she decided how to answer me. “You won’t fire me. Here is your coffee from next door and your messages.”

I grabbed the messages and coffee and headed to my office. AA Security was on the twenty-fourth floor of Ross Enterprise. Asher and I had opened the firm when we left the navy. My eldest brother owned Ross Enterprise, a high-end real estate firm. His office was one floor above Asher’s and mine. It was nice being close to both of my brothers. Our youngest brother, Aaron, lived in Hollywood and was a hot-shot actor.

The stack of messages Stacy gave me was written on pink paper. The first message said a man named Zack had called but wouldn’t leave a last name or phone number and seemed like a jackass. Stacy always wrote how she felt about the caller on the messages. I grinned. Stacy didn’t realize she’d been talking to the president of the United States.

I dialed Zack’s cell number from my desk phone. He answered immediately, and I could tell he was in a meeting because he excused himself from the room.

He got straight to the point. “Have you found him?”

I didn’t need Zack breathing down my neck. “I will call you when we have Juan in custody.”Or dead, I thought, but I wasn’t going to tell Zack our plan.

Zack growled on the other side of the phone, knowing what I had left unsaid. “You will not kill him. Bring him in alive.”

“I’ll call you the second we have something.” I hung up the phone, not wanting any more shit from Zack. Something was going on with him, and if he wanted us to know, he would tell us.

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