Page 100 of Only the Devil

Who’s she talking to?

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Quinn

Not Sterling

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I show my phone screen to Jake, and he jumps up and goes to his laptop, clicking away.

“What is it?” Brie asks.

“The head of human resources is talking to someone,” I say, moving closer to the kitchen table and Jake’s laptop.

He pulls up his surveillance interface.

“I didn’t know you can listen remotely.”

“Have never needed to as no one’s in the office outside of work hours. But any surveillance system has remote access capability.”

“And Quinn has access?”

“Well, we have two feeds. One is KOAN. The other is actually Sterling’s system, they’re just unaware. Ask Quinn which one she’s listening to. Confirm it’s Weaver’s office.” As my fingers tap the screen, Jake says, “Never mind. I got it.”

He taps, and Weaver’s voice comes through.

“Wait. This isn’t your personal cell. Where are you calling me from?”

The male voice isn’t one I recognize. She’s not speaking to Sterling, but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard this voice. I’d place it as older, distinguished. No noticeable accent.

“My office. No one’s here.”

Brie and Noah crowd the table.

“After today, no more.”

“We can handle–”

“Don’t be naive. Every phone you use will be tapped. Maybe not by Monday, but by the end of next week.”

“But you’ll stop–”

“You think I can stop this?” Whoever she’s talking to sounds pissed.

“Well, what are you going to do?”

“There’s nothing I can do, Jillian. Where’s Phillip? Is he with you?”

“No. I imagine he’s spinning.”

“Are the authorities with him?”

“No. He left without anyone approaching him. It was… You know, this is social media. There was no authority there?—”

“Jillian.”

The silence between the two of them sucks the oxygen right out of the room we’re in. Who is she speaking to?