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“And did he?”
“Who knows?” I mutter. “Montesano isn’t going anywhere, and someone else still owns his casino.”
My phone rings. I check the caller display to find Tyler on the screen.
“Report,” I say.
“The recruiter texted. He spoke to his boss about your proposal, and they’re not recruiting new talent,” Tyler says. “Although you’re welcome to submit videos for a revenue share arrangement.”
“Fuck,” I growl. “Any progress on accessing their systems?”
“Not really,” he mumbles. “They’re tightly sealed. More secure than the Pentagon. We keep getting bounced back before we can even attempt a breach. I’m working on it, but their protocols are insane.”
I grit my teeth. “We’ll find another way. Did you at least get into his phone?”
“Yeah. His name is Harlan Stills, and he lives inside his place of employment. No family, no significant other, and no social life outside working for X-Cite Media.”
“That could be his work phone,” I mutter.
“It’s personal. His superiors would be appalled he’s undermining their security using his work phone to hook up with underage boys.”
“Good lord.”
“Don’t worry. We already have a profile chatting with him as we speak, and let me tell you… I wasn’t impressed with the dick pics.”
“Lure him out for a meeting.”
“Working on it, boss,” Tyler says before hanging up.
Amethyst stares at the side of my face, her features tense. “Do you think he’s recruiting children on the internet for his videos?”
“I don’t think a company as careful as X-Cite Media would use such publicly trackable methods, but I can tell you one thing… Harlan Stills won’t live long enough to threaten another kid’s life.”
It’s time to make a move, crack some heads, and destroy this vile operation from within. Not just for the woman I love, but for every victim who ever fell prey to those monsters.
NINETY
AMETHYST
Xero is determined to keep me off-balance. One minute, he’s overbearing and rude. The next, he’s loving.The only consistent thing about him is that he always takes a different route home. This time, we return to my house’s crawlspace via a marble mausoleum.
I knew they had doors, but I had no idea people could enter unless they were depositing remains. We walk in through an arched entrance, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
I avert my gaze from rows of coffins fit into openings in the walls, trying to ignore the chill running down my spine. Cobwebs cling to every corner, casting an ominous aura. A ghostly breeze blows through, making me clutch at my chest.
Xero’s phone light illuminates the way, and I cling to his side with both arms wrapped around his biceps.
“Scared, little ghost?” he asks.
I shiver. “I keep waiting for something to jump out of the shadows, accusing me of a crime I can’t remember.”
“We’ll unlock your memories,” he murmurs.
“How?”
“I sent someone to your psychiatrist’s office to look up your records. Once we have them, you can read up about your past.”
Relief escapes my lungs in a long breath. “You’d do that for me?”
