Page 109 of Hacking His Code
It’s my pregnancy test.
“Who is the father?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I know you’re a hacker. A quick twenty-five dollar background check told me that. It also told me that you’re in quite a bit of debt.”
I respond with silence.
“What were you hacking?”
“Was I hacking? Or was I getting knocked up?” I reply sarcastically. “You seem to be confused.”
“I have no intention of hurting you, but if you don’t give me what I want, I make no promises.”
After a long minute of deliberation, I decide to respond with the obvious.
“I was looking for Hunter’s aunt, and in case you’re wondering, I have no idea what happened to her, but I managed to clear her personal trainers.”
It’s a lie that I pray he buys.
“How much luck did you have with the program?”
My brow draws inward. “Program?”
“ScryptX. What do you know of it?”
“He said something about a program, but all he cared about was me locating his aunt. I used facial recognition software and tapped into various computers around the world, looking for evidence of her.”
My heart races as the man fixes his intense gaze on me.
“Look, I have no reason to lie to you.”
“You’re going to hack into Davies Corporation and retrieve all files related to ScryptX.”
“What makes you think I can do that? The Davies’ systems are known to be some of the most secure in the world. There’s no way I can hack that.”
“Then you better learn how.”
“Are you insane?”
“One wrong keystroke, and you’ll become just as much of a cold case as Hunter’s aunt,” the man threatens. “Clock’s ticking.”
He gets up from his seat, and without saying another word, exits the room, leaving me with the laptop.
I stand, my legs shaking from strain, and make my way over to the adjoining room, finding a toilet and sink.
Thank God for small dignities.
After finishing up in the bathroom, I go back to the bed, take the laptop from the nightstand, and turn it on.
It’s custom made and lightning-fast. One that could easily rival any I’ve worked on before.
Which means whoever’s taken me has connections.
The desktop is being watched, recording my every click, so there’s no way I can get communication out to anyone.
Or at least it won’t be easy.
