Page 40 of Deadly Hacker

Jake had been recruited, too, since he had a spotless record, despite the company he kept.

“What sort of cargo?”

“A chick.”

He laughed. “You want to smuggle a chick down from Canada? We don’t have enough here?”

“Other way around. You can bring a few things back if you want, to pay for gas, but the job is getting her into Canada.”

Soren laughed. “So she gets on a bus that takes her to the border, and she can walk across.”

Jake sighed. “It’s not that simple, man.”

Cade drained his beer, then shook his head. “Not this chick. She’s in some shit, a bit of an awkward situation between a fucking rock and a hard place. Her biggest problem comes in getting to the border. She’s gonna have people looking for her.”

“She’s wanted?”

“In a manner of speaking. She’s doing a runner on her husband.”

Soren laughed. “Like I said, buses leave every hour to Vancouver. Or Amtrak runs from LA to Seattle.”

“That doesn’t work if the husband is Wade Wilson,” said Jake.

The name struck a chord. “Wilson?”

“Billionaire dude always in the social media for some shit.” Cade looked at him, clearly expecting him to recognize the name now.

“You check the social media real often, do you, Cade?”

He grinned. “You never know when you might luck out, see some nudie pics of Beyonce or some other hottie, or better yet, a sex video posted by some pissed-off ex.”

“I suppose.”

“Monitoring that’s all part of my job,” said Jake, who still hadn’t touched his beer. He was practically a fucking angel. No wonder his nickname was Choirboy.

“This girl—Vanessa, is like the dude’s fifth wife.” Cade belched.

“Five wives? Is that at once? Why would he do that even if he’s rich? He a Mormon?”

“Nah. He always has one wife at a time and a bunch of girlfriends. Every so often, he sheds a wife and promotes one of the other bitches to that position or brings in a new one.”

“And this one objects.”

“To being with him, apparently. She doesn’t seem to care about his other broads.”

“She wants to leave home.” Jake set down the untouched beer.

Soren’s beer was empty, so he reached over and casually took Jake’s. After all, he’d emptied the last two from his fridge for his guests. He was going to have to wrap up the business, seeing as he was out of beer. “Okay, so how are we involved in the sad, sad story of this little rich bitch?”

“We’re working for her. She’s gonna pay us, you and Jake here, to get her out of LA and into Canada.”

Soren still found it curious. “Okay, so all I do is take this chick on a trip to the Canadian border?”

“And walk her across the border. All the way, you keep her out of sight of whatever spies and muscle her husband has hired to bring her home.”

“I’ve already done the preliminary stuff, like passports,” said Jake.

“Anything else?” asked Soren.

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