Page 28 of Tango
Dylan chuckles.
“I like her,” Alice replies with a grin. “Seriously, she sounds great.”
“She is great.” I text Lani our location then ask her to choose a pharmacy in the area.
“Okay.” Setting my phone aside, I reach into my pack and withdraw a bottle of sterile saline. “Can you grab a towel from the bathroom?” I ask Dylan.
He nods and heads down the hall, Delta on his heels.
“Not a big talker, is he?”
“No.”
“Kind of strange you guys are twins, given how different you seem to be.”
And because any answer I give will open a can of worms we’ve sealed shut, I don’t reply at all. Dylan comes into the room with a towel. He offers it to me, so I gently lift her injured arm and slide the towel beneath it. “You can remove the gauze.” She pulls it aside, and I rinse the injury with saline.
She hisses and shuts her eyes tightly.
“Sorry,” I mutter as I set the saline aside and pull out a bottle of Betadine. “This is going to hurt.”
“Because every moment leading up to this has been vacation,” she quips.
“Fair enough.” I gently dab the injury with the Betadine, carefully avoiding getting it directly into the wound. Then, I apply a patch of sterile gauze and lightly wrap a self-adhesive bandage around her arm. “Done.”
She gently raises and lowers her arm. “It still hurts, but it feels better. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” I head into the kitchen and dispose of the dirty gauze, bandages, and the piece of glass. Then, after washing my hands, I head back into the living room. “Now that your arm is probably not going to fall off, how about you continue?”
“Probably?”
“I’m no doctor,” I add with a shrug.
“Solid point, Mr. Hunt.” Alice takes a deep breath. “So as I said, Ramiro was distracted. He told me that someone was trying to steal information and we needed to patch it up.”
“Why was that shocking?” Dylan questions. “It’s your job, isn’t it?”
“Which is what I thought. But with how weird he was acting, I knew something else was up. He insisted I write something we could install directly into the system via the server room. He said it was the only way to protect what they were trying to steal.”
“Any idea who they were?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Though I now suspect it’s someone inside of Web Safe.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because it was a member of the security team who shot Ramiro. It’s not unusual for us to access the server room, yet he didn’t even bother asking why we were in there before he started shooting.”
I open my mouth to ask her for a name, but my phone buzzes, cutting me off.
Reaching into my pocket, I withdraw it. Dylan does the same with his, letting me know it’s a group text. Which means things just escalated.
I open the message.
Bradyn: Check your email. Now.
Chapter 10
Alice
