Page 12 of Secret Revenge

Fair enough. The man has security cameras and alarms around his place.

“You were going behind enemy lines, on a very important and dangerous mission. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t track your phone?” He asked me.

Behind enemy lines? That assessment was more accurate than he could know. A chill ran up my spine as I remembered Blackwell’s hands on me, the dead look in his eyes. Would Michael have been able to do something if he’d taken me?

“I’m not sure how I feel about you tracking me without my consent…” I started but he waved his hands to stop me.

“It’s fine, I don’t track you anywhere else. Just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Yeah, that sounds like what a stalker would say.” I grinned. And tried not to let even myself in on the fact that I was covering for how scared I was by the fact that I actually had needed a rescue.

“Oh, shut up!” Michael grouched. “If I wanted to stalk anyone, which I don’t, it would not be you,” he said.

“Okay! Wow…burn! Okay.”

He chuckled. “Did you get it?”

“Yes, I did,” I said, brightening as I remembered. I carefully extracted the Ziploc bag containing the glass from my bag and handed it to him.

“Nice.” He held the bag up in the air looking at it like he could already see what he wanted on it.

“Well, you don’t need me here for this part, do you?” I asked him.

“Eh, not really.” His gaze was locked onto the glass as he spoke.

“Are you planning to work on it right away? You look like you've just woken up,” I said, picking up my purse. “I am and I did.”

I rolled my eyes at him. His mind was already figuring out ways to get the fingerprints.

“I’m going to get a cup of coffee. Do you want one?” I asked him.

“Sure… Go ahead. It’s not like it’s my house or anything.”

I chuckled, ignoring him as I went to get the coffee.

“Do you think we’ll be able to get that file today?” I called out from the kitchen, my nerves jangling as I thought about it. I suddenly realized that last night had opened new possibilities for me.

What if the files confirmed my suspicions that Travis Ross was a ruthless criminal like his father?

…what if they showed that hewasn’t?

I shook my head.It’s not like you’re ever going to see him again.

“Well, I sure hope so,” Michael was crowing in the background. “Otherwise, this could get very frustrating very fast,” he replied.

Yeah, it would be frustrating if this didn’t work. We had put so much effort into this.

Michael and I had cloned Travis’ phone. We had figured out where his assistant got his coffee every morning and we both had been able to get there when the assistant was there. He always carried Travis’ work phone when he got coffee. I had pretended to bump into him and made him spill his coffee all over himself so I could nab it. I had acted sorry, which was exactly how I had felt when I did that and how I still felt. He was not the one we were going after. He was just collateral damage whose job may have been endangered by my subterfuge.

And yet, despite months spent stealing and planning to steal Travis’s data, I felt that I hadn’t known anything about him until last night.

It’s just his stupid, handsome face. You know he’s a monster. He was at Calypso.

The truth of it burned me while I burned myself on Michael’s coffee, so lost in my thoughts I tried to sip it while it was still nearly boiling.

The moment we’d returned to Michael’s after cloning the phone, we had tried to go through everything on it. Most of it had been boring and useless—selfies of Travis with his rich friends, stiffly formal business email after business email, an admitted lack of sexy selfies or selfies including women—but some of it had been encrypted. Michael had done his best to decrypt the files, which was where we had found something called ‘the secret file’.

Michael had tried all he could to open the secret file, but the security for it was too much. We needed Travis’s biometrics to get in.