Page 153 of Nowhere to Hide
“I honestly can’t believe he put himself on video.”
“I can.” I clutched my cold hands in my lap. “He needs more to get that high or whatever it is he gets out of this way of killing.”
“And they aren’t you,” Bastian said quietly.
“Exactly.”
Nyx suddenly minimized the screen. “Wait. Wait.”
Her fingers flew over the screen, pulling up the keys or passwords that we’d discovered. “Some of the passwords didn’t work or match the videos here.”
“Could there be another level to find other videos? Like the layers of shell corporations?”
“Maybe.” Bastian moved the little papers with letters around on the desk as he’d been doing for the last hour. He frowned. “Who took mythology in school?”
“With a name like mine, of course, I did.” Nyx rolled her chair over to him.
The letters made my gut roil as she quietly moved two of the papers around.“Atropos.”
“I knew it looked familiar.” Bastian folded his arms. “It’s been years since I took that class. I didn’t want to take another damn English class.”
With shaking fingers, I typed the name in the search bar. “One of the three fates,” I said quietly.
The one who controls destiny.
The one who cuts the thread.
Bastian read over my shoulder. “The inevitable.”
Nyx pulled a screen up and instead of another video, a box came up. “It needs a password. But this one will only allow three tries before it will lock us out.”
“It’sAtropos. Nothing else makes sense.”
“Are you sure?” Nyx’s finger paused over the enter key.
I nodded. Too many things made sense now. The control over the women. The knots, the strings of fate. That he was the one to make the final decision about death.
He’d watched over me like the three sisters of fate did in the myths.
They weren’t supposed to interfere, but the twisted mind of this killer wouldn’t see that. He would see that he was the one making the final decision.
Nyx hit the enter key.
It wasn’t a video. It was a file full of account numbers.
“The money.” Nyx leaned forward in her chair, twisting the lower level of the chair so she could kneel. “I need time to figure out what banks or if it’s accounts on the dark web.”
“On it.” Bastian went over to his desk.
“It’s always about the money,” Nyx whispered.
“They aren’t all bank account numbers.” This was my territory. “There are a lot of them, here. Way too many.” Mystomach pitched. “They’re not just accounts, they’re payments to watch the videos.”
Nyx scrolled the document. It was endless and so many damn links.
Suddenly a video came up.
“What did you log into?”
