Page 21 of Devil in Disguise

“So, Danny did it?”

“More than likely,” Ace groaned, looking at me. “But Danny wouldn’t have erased shit. Just moved it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one would suspect and only he could access when it was safe.”

“Actually,” I absently said mainly to myself as I poured myself a cup of coffee, “I would display it out in the open. People typically ignore what’s in front of their faces.”

“Holy shit,” Ace groaned, getting up and walking over to his backpack. Rummaging through it, he added, “My brother is a fucking genius. He ensured I had it all this time, and I was too fucking blind to see it. It’s on the Microdrive he gave me for the OP at the Trick Pony.”

Leaning against the kitchen counter, I watched as my brother dumped his entire bag, searching for some damn Microdrive I apparently gave him. I didn’t remember giving him shit, so what did I know?

“It’s not here.” Ace whispered, looking at Matthew, then at me. “It’s gone.”

“Don’t look at me, bro.” I shrugged. “I don’t even remember giving you a Microdrive.”

“When was the last time you saw it, Ace?” one man asked.

“At the Trick Pony,” Ace whispered to no one in particular. “I put it in a faraday bag before I set the EMP and destroyed the servers there.”

“So, what you’re telling us is that sometime between the Trick Pony and now, you misplaced the drive?” a man groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Jesus Christ, Ace. Are you telling us that fucking drive could be anywhere in anyone’s hands?”

Ace slowly nodded as he stalked over to me.

“What did you do with it?”

“What?”

“I know you, Danny. You are a sneaky little shit. You would have taken it out of my bag the first chance you got. Where is it?”

“I don’t know,” I muttered, slowly backing away from my brother. I didn’t like the look in his eyes as he stalked toward me. Ace was many things but understanding wasn’t one of them. He was like a dog with a fucking bone. If he believed I took it, he wouldn’t stop until I told him exactly what he wanted to know.

The problem was, I didn’t remember shit.

“Ace, leave him alone,” someone said, but my brother ignored him.

“Shut up, Shane,” Ace growled. “He’s my fucking brother and somewhere inside his fucking brain, Danny knows exactly where that drive is at, and I’m not fucking leaving until he tells me where.”

“I don’t know,” I whispered as my back hit the wall.

“Yes, you do,” Ace seethed. “You aren’t trying hard enough. Think! Because if you don’t, men are going to die. You want their deaths on your head, like Mom’s? She died because of you! Now fucking think!”

“Back the fuck off, Ace.” Matthew rushed over as I slid down the wall, grabbing my head. “Forcing him won’t help.”

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Chapter Nine

Dante

The second I walked in and found Matthew and the rest of Harbor Security all standing in my living room, I knew I wasn’t going to like what came next. More importantly, I noticed Danny’s computers were up and running.

Sighing, I stepped closer and sneered, “Tell me you didn’t wake him up so you could go digging around in his computers.”

“He was already awake, Dante,” Matthew stated.

Shaking my head, I growled. I couldn’t with these people anymore. All they cared about was what Danny had in his head and they were fucking determined to get the information. They didn’t fucking care about his mental well-being.

All they cared about was covering their asses.

Scanning the room, I found Danny sitting in a corner, rocking himself back and forth as he grabbed his head in pain, and I fucking lost it.

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