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One click of a finger, and he had access to every statement Justin had made to the authorities, both written and recorded.

After a quick speed-reading session, he learned that the man who’d portrayed himself off as a bleeding heart Casanova was nothing more than a selfish, narcissistic asshole who didn’t give two shits about Quinn.

He never had.

In Reynolds’ own words, the dickhead had been introduced to her through a mutual hacking friend at a party they’d both attended. He’d seen her around, knew about her tech talent…so when another guy at the party got a little too handsy, Reynolds was more than happy to jump in and save the day.

The smooth-talking dick played to her insecurities, and little-by-little, he began grooming her for his end game…the credit card hack.

Parker pulled his Bluetooth earpieces from his other pocket. Securing one in place, he made sure it was connected to his laptop before clicking open the first interrogation video.

He pushed play.

During his initial interview, a very angry, very panicked Reynolds blamed the whole thing on Quinn. Said she came tohimwith the idea. Thatshewas the one who’d done everything to put the plan into motion.

She wrote the code. She got the equipment from “some guy named Monty”…all of it.

The more Parker watched, the angrier he got. At one point, he was ready to jump through the screen and choke the lying bastard out. But then he watched the next video…and found himself smiling.

Because inthatone, the attractive agent in charge shut the lies down quickly. Within the first two minutes, she’d provided irrefutable proof thatJustinwas the man with the plan.

A voice recording—courtesy of a protected federal source—had Reynolds on tape, running his mouth about this brilliant idea of his, and how he’d conned a “clueless bitch with badass skills” into doing the heavy lifting.

Pictures showed Reynolds meeting with Monty Dunne, AKA “some Monty guy”. In others, he could be seen checking out the same equipment that had been seized the night of his arrest. And there were more…

Him shaking hands with Monty. Loading the equipment into his piece of shit car. Hauling it into the abandoned business where he was ultimately arrested.

It was at that point in the video when Reynolds read over and signed the agreement stating he would testify against Dunne in exchange for a two-year sentence in a minimum security prison for possession of stolen property—the idiot either didn’t realize or didn’t care that the computer equipment he’d gotten from Dunne was hot—as well as his part in the credit card hack.

After the Fed left the room and it was just Reynolds and his lawyer in the room.

“I know that bitch made a deal with them,” he seethed.

His middle-aged, balding lawyer stood and clasped his briefcase closed. “I can’t speak about any deal Miss Wilder may or may not have made with the FBI, Justin.”

“Doesn’t matter, anyway. I knew it was Quinn before they ever showed me the recording she made that night. You wanna knowhowI know it was her?”

“Justin—”

“She wasn’t surprised!”He raised his voice. “I saw it in her eyes when those assholes busted into the place. Quinn was scared…but she wasn’t surprised. Sheknewthey were coming, which is probably why she tried to talk me out of it right at the end.”

“Again. I have no knowledge of anything Miss Wilder—”

“It doesn’t fucking matter.” Reynolds sat back in the metal folding chair. “I’m going to get out in a couple of years. Less with good behavior. And when I do, I’m going to find her.”

“You really shouldn’t make threats, Justin,” his lawyer warned. “Even in jest. If anyone hears you saying things like that, they’ll—”

“What? Send me to prison? I’m already going away, dumbass!”

It was at that point when the lawyer turned and left the room. But that didn’t keep Reynolds from running his mouth.

And it was this next part that had the hair on the back of Parker’s head standing on end.

With the door closed—and no one else to listen—the entitled prick turned his cold, rage-filled eyes to the surveillance camera mounted in one corner of the room. With a low, controlled voice, he uttered almost word-for-word the same threatening phrases written on the notes Quinn had told him about…

“You’re not as smart as you think you are, Quinn. I’m going to come for you when I get out. And when I find you, you’re going to pay for what you did.”

I think Justin sent that man to my house tonight.

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