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“Should we take him to the hospital?” Mia interrupts.
I pull back and mentally shake myself out of my stupor, then turn to her, trying to process her words. “Huh?”
“Come on, Jay. I’ll take you to the ER. This one looks like she might fall asleep standing up.”
He nods, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. Grasping my hands again, he asks, “Will you be on the train tomorrow?”
I shake my head. “No, I work in the shop.”
“The next day?” he asks, his attention still fixated on me, keeping me locked in his stare.
I regard him, wondering what he sees when he looks at me. Why does he want to talk to me so badly? First, I made him awful coffee, then I ignored him, and today, I punched him in the face. And he’s here with Mia. Are they seeing one another? Is this a date? Does he think I’d be interested in being with both of them?
I cringe.Gross. I have no time for these games.
“You should go,” I say.
He closes his eyes in a way that almost looks like defeat. Like he knows the spell he was trying to cast has been broken. But once he stands, he angles close and whispers “night, Kitten” in my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine.
10
DON’T PANIC BY COLDPLAY
JAY
Islide the SIM card over to Dean and wait for him to download it like he does every week. Only a few more months of this, and then I’ll be done.
“Get everything you need?” I ask, tapping my foot against the cement floor in his office. Everything about this space is as seedy as his job. Located in the basement, the room is lit with a lone desk lamp, and a scar ripples through the wall where it meets the ceiling, indicating water damage. One would think he could afford a nicer office on the obscene amount of money we pay him alone. His silence and the type of work he completes for us don’t come cheap.
He doesn’t take his eyes off his computer screen when he replies, “Yup.” His fingers on the keys don’t even slow.
“Anything I should know?” I ask, taking the SIM card back from him once he’s ejected it and held it out to me.
I ask the same question every week, and every week, I get the same bored expression. My father doesn’t pay him to speak. In fact, I’m pretty sure he pays him specifically to keep the details from me.
I have my part to play in my father’s revenge, but I’ll never truly know what his full plan is. Despite my involvement, I’ve never been privy to what he does with the information I gather through the SIM card from Carter’s phone, or the SD card from his computer. Hell, I don’t even know whether we’re obtaining information or planting it this way.
For so long, I’ve been blinded by my need for retribution. From the vengeance that floods my veins at the memory of what happened to my father. For what that family cost me.
Any semblance of my own family.
My mother.
My father claims it’s better that I don’t know the details of the plan. With every passing day, I feel less certain of that. Regardless, I won’t be getting the answers from Dean.
“I have a question. How hard is it to hack into an iPod?”
Dean finally looks at me, but he doesn’t reply.
“There’s this girl…” I clamp my mouth shut and shake my head. “Never mind.”
What the fuck am I thinking?
“If you know the handle for her iTunes account, it’s pretty easy. What’s her name?”
A lump of dread forms in my gut at his question. I don’t want to share Cat’s information with this guy. I wouldn’t put it past him to tell my father about her, and right now, I want just this one thing for myself.
Vacillating, I toss out the first name that comes to mind. “Mia Alves.”
