Page 96 of Never Again

“I adore the little pain in the ass,” Quinn said as he went over everything that he knew in his head and-

He still had no fucking clue what was happening.

“Walk me through everything that happened,” Quinn said, pushing away from the wall and began pacing the large kitchen.

“There was an attack on our system this morning,” Nathan began, only to stop when Quinn shook his head.

“Go back to the beginning when this all started,” Quinn said, his gaze shifting to the patio doors before glancing back at the kitchen door when Tristan walked back into the room and took up his position by the wall again with another slight shake of his head, letting him know that the phones and internet were still down.

“They started a year ago,” Kelly said, swallowing hard as she shifted in her chair.

“Was that before or after Bailey came up with this new game?” Quinn asked, thinking that over.

“She’s been working on this game since high school,” Nathan said with a heavy sigh, looking fucking exhausted. “We started officially working on it three years ago.”

“When was it announced?” Tristan asked as his gaze flickered between Kelly and Pam.

“Two years ago,” Kelly said, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“And how long ago were you hired?” Quinn asked as he watched her, looking for any signs that she was lying to him.

“Five years ago,” Kelly said as Quinn’s gaze shifted to Pam. “And you?”

When she only glared, Nathan sighed heavily as he answered for her. “A little under a year,” earning a grumble from the small woman.

Nodding, Quinn sat down at the end of the table and watched her for a moment, only to feel his lips twitch when she met his gaze head-on. There was just something about the small woman that made it really fucking difficult to hate her.

“Who are you?” Quinn asked as he considered her.

“The person who’s not going to answer your questions until you remove the handcuffs,” Pam said as she held up her cuffed hands.

“Tell me your role in all of this,” Quinn said as he leaned back in his chair, his curious gaze never leaving her.

“She didn’t have anything to do with this,” Nathan said, gesturing for them to remove her cuffs.

“We’re going to need more than just your word,” Tristan said as they watched Nathan glance at her, only to have the small woman pointedly ignore him as she continued glaring straight ahead and-

“You really are a pain in the ass,” Nathan said as he reached over and grabbed her arm.

“No, wait!” their mystery woman said, noticeably panicking as she tried to pull her arm away only to have Nathan ignore her as he focused on removing her watch.

Muttering, “This is for your own good, Casey,” Nathan finished pulling off the watch and held her arm up as Quinn’s gaze locked on the scars that he would recognize anywhere. “She’s her sister.”

“Oh, god…” Kelly whispered hoarsely.

For a moment, Quinn could only sit there, staring at the familiar scars that marred Casey’s wrist. “Start talking,” he said as he took in everything from the stubborn set of her jaw to the incredible blue eyes that matched the small woman passed out upstairs and found himself wondering how he could have missed it before.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Casey said, moving to fold her arms over her chest only to grumble when her cuffed hands stopped her and settled on glaring at him.

“You really are a pain in the ass,” Nathan repeated, shaking his head in disgust as he answered for her. “They were separated after the car accident that killed their mother. They both grew up in foster care, both got into computer programming, and they’re both pains in my ass,” he explained with a heavy sigh, earning a glare from the small woman.

“That last part was unnecessary,” Casey said, only to sigh before she took over. “It took some time, but I was finally able to track Bailey down to Florida thanks to the adoption records. I just wanted to meet her, but then, I realized that something was wrong and decided to stay and keep an eye on her.”

“It was her program that stopped the attack this morning and traced it to this address,” Nathan pointed out before shifting his gaze to Kelly. “Now, tell me what she’s doing here.”

“He sent me a message telling me to come here,” Kelly said, gesturing helplessly with her cuffed hands in Quinn’s direction.

“I didn’t send you anything,” Quinn said, watching as Kelly frowned in confusion.

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