Page 42 of Hacker Auction

My blood ran cold. Roxy was in danger. Raphael mentioned something about the mission going wrong, but I didn’t think Roxy would be in danger.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my laptop from the table. Sophie had added a chat function to my computer. Something about the way they all talk, and it’s not monitored. She used a bunch of tech lingo I didn’t understand. “Tell me what you want.”

My computer fired up, and I waited for the windows logo to disappear.

“You need to give me my son.”

I needed to keep him talking. The login screen appeared, and I typed in my credentials. “Sage is already asleep. He doesn’t know you. Why would you want my boy? You signed over your rights to him.”

“I already told you. My boss is pissed about the bust tonight, and I owe him a shit ton of money. Babies go for a good price on the market. Roxy is good, but the boss wants more.”

The chatbox opened, and I typed. Anyone there?

I had to get more of his plan out of him. “Where would you want to meet,” I whispered. I hated that I even had to play along with the dumb idea.

Calvin let out an aggravated sigh. “Let’s meet at your parent's beach house.”

“Sure.” The house was an hour's drive.

Sophie: What’s up, Rachelle.

Rachelle: You with Wes?

Sophie: Yep, in the middle of a shit storm. We don’t get the best cell service in the war room. Want me to send him a love note.

Rachelle: No. I have Calvin on the line. He has Roxy wants me to meet him.

Sophie: Fuck

Brock: Keep him talking. Tracing your phone.

Wes: Do not meet him. Stay at the club.

I winced, knowing I was at home. But I figured this wasn’t the right time to bring up the fact I left Rose Club.

“You know, Calvin. We could always try again. My money would help with your problem.” My voice shook as I spoke.

“If you weren’t so fat and ugly, I would have used you, but I can’t even look at you for a million dollars.”

Sophie: We have a location.

Wes: You are amazing. The location also pinned yours. I’ll be at your house soon. Your ass is going to be red.

Patty: I always miss the good stuff. I’m stuck running a country. In contrast, you guys get to run around chasing people and hacking. Sam won’t let me hack the Media anymore.

Kat: Gators haven’t been fed in two days. Welcome to drop the dead bodies off at our house.

Antonio: NO. We are not a disposal site.

Kat: But they need to be fed.

Sophie: Can we circle back to the fact you said two days. Does that mean you killed someone two days ago?

Kat: …

Antonio: Kat, so help me.

Rachelle: I should have logged into this chat a few days ago! This is fun. I really want to know more about the gators.

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