Page 102 of Mangled Memory
Me: I’ll pay.
Liam Murphy: On the house.
Me: I’ll pay.
Liam Murphy: Already decided.
Me: Ayla doesn’t know about the conservatorship history yet. Too much today for her and she asked for no more.
Liam Murphy: Roger that.
Me: Last thing, any way your system could be hacked or skirted.
Liam Murphy: No.
Me: 100% no? Zero chance?
Liam Murphy: Why?
Me: The night I was shot, your sister saw masked men at our house while she was in the safe room. I blew it off because the system didn’t alert me and the cameras recorded nothing.
Liam Murphy: But she saw it live?
Me: Yes.
Liam Murphy: Fuck.
Me: Not making me feel better, man.
Liam Murphy: Me neither
Liam Murphy: Give me some time. I’ll get back with you.
I switch threads to one I’d bet I’ll like even less. But my head of security is intrinsically trustworthy. It doesn’t hurt he has an iron-clad NDA.
Me: Unusual request but I need it made a priority.
The response isn’t instant like Liam’s but it’s quick enough.
Ren Gallo: What can I do for you?
Me: I need you to investigate someone. Find any and all dirt you can. Pull every loose thread and see what unravels.
Ren Gallo: Sure. Target?
Me: Me.
Ren Gallo: Pardon.
Me: Me. Dig deep. There’s something going on, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. And guess who I’m not researching?
Ren Gallo: Definitely not what I expected but I get it. And if I may say so, I respect it.
Me: Let me know the cost and whatever I need to compensate you for. And don’t use Liam Murphy for this.
Ren Gallo: Yes, sir.
Me: Thank you.
