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Authors: Cherie Nicholls
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run? I’d lose everything, and I won’t do that just because some school kid is flexing his muscle and hacking my system.”
Laney glared at her from across the room. Abby could see her mind whirling, the cogs working on a plan to make her do what Laney wanted. But Abby wasn’t one of her pack. She didn’t have to follow orders, and she’d be damned if she was going to hide when there wasn’t a real threat.
“Fine, stay here,” Laney finally snarled, pushing Clara out of the way. “But if you end up dead, don’t come running back to me.” Laney stormed out of the apartment. The door frame rattled from the force of the slammed door.
“I’ll calm her down. But, Abby, be careful, okay?” Clara said before heading after her alpha female.
Abby pulled her robe closed around her body and dropped into a chair.
“Family, ah?” Karina asked, sitting back down.
“Yeah.”
“So I have Nico working on the problem. The last analyses he ran showed nothing. Whoever this kid is, he’s real good.”
Abby nodded and stood. Time for her to get dressed and head to the office.
“Find him, shut him down, and then we can get Laney off my back.”
“Ten four, boss lady.” Karina nodded, heading toward the door.
Once the place was empty, she headed over to her bedroom. Abby dropped onto her bed. No one could reduce a fully grown adult to an eight-year-old like family.
Chapter 8
“Target acquired.” Karina’s voice was a whisper from the communications bud in Abby’s ear. The earpiece she wore wasn’t visible under all her hair.
Abby brushed her right hand down her left arm, making it look as if she was dusting off her top. It was a signal to let Karina know she’d heard her message.
Lately there was a theme to the problems they were solving. She suspected organized crime, but it didn’t feel exactly like that. Something was off. In her time dealing with both sides of the law, she’d learned even crime bosses had their own set of rules. The cases they’d been handed recently seemed more lawless than she would have expected. So tonight’s case would be a nice change.
The man they were after tonight had run out on his family, taking all the savings, and was currently planning to fake his death, so the authorities couldn’t get him to pay child support for his three kids.
Abby’s contact in the DA’s office had asked her to help. Her company walked a fine line between legal and not so legal. It was a line she’d traversed many times.
The adrenaline rush she felt from fixing problems was akin to nothing else. Or at least it had been until her night with Zane. A week had passed since she’d last seen him lying in his bed sweetly snoring away. He hadn’t tried to contact her, and there’d been no chance meetings when she had to visit Rhea, nothing.
Not that she was expecting flowers or even a promise of another date. But a casual text to make sure she got home okay would’ve been nice.
Now she was sure she’d made the correct decision to leave before he woke up. Just the thought of how badly that would have gone gave her shivers.
“I see you, bitch.”
The voice from just behind her brought Abby back from her musings.
“I’m sorry?” She turned to him, a man taller than most. Wide more from the overuse of steroids than gym use, he was close enough for her to know he had the bad breath of a person who’d forgotten what a toothbrush was. He was also not the man they were after. No, this was a face she’d seen before on “most wanted” posters, and it was very angry.
“Hiding back here, thinking I wouldn’t see you.”
He came even closer to her, and Abby took two steps back to ensure the truck he was next to didn’t obscure Karina’s shot.
“I’m not hiding. I was just going to my car.” She tried her best scared little girl act. It wasn’t her best routine, but this jerk didn’t seem to notice. When you were a serial rapist the last thing you'd notice was the acting ability of
Laney glared at her from across the room. Abby could see her mind whirling, the cogs working on a plan to make her do what Laney wanted. But Abby wasn’t one of her pack. She didn’t have to follow orders, and she’d be damned if she was going to hide when there wasn’t a real threat.
“Fine, stay here,” Laney finally snarled, pushing Clara out of the way. “But if you end up dead, don’t come running back to me.” Laney stormed out of the apartment. The door frame rattled from the force of the slammed door.
“I’ll calm her down. But, Abby, be careful, okay?” Clara said before heading after her alpha female.
Abby pulled her robe closed around her body and dropped into a chair.
“Family, ah?” Karina asked, sitting back down.
“Yeah.”
“So I have Nico working on the problem. The last analyses he ran showed nothing. Whoever this kid is, he’s real good.”
Abby nodded and stood. Time for her to get dressed and head to the office.
“Find him, shut him down, and then we can get Laney off my back.”
“Ten four, boss lady.” Karina nodded, heading toward the door.
Once the place was empty, she headed over to her bedroom. Abby dropped onto her bed. No one could reduce a fully grown adult to an eight-year-old like family.
Chapter 8
“Target acquired.” Karina’s voice was a whisper from the communications bud in Abby’s ear. The earpiece she wore wasn’t visible under all her hair.
Abby brushed her right hand down her left arm, making it look as if she was dusting off her top. It was a signal to let Karina know she’d heard her message.
Lately there was a theme to the problems they were solving. She suspected organized crime, but it didn’t feel exactly like that. Something was off. In her time dealing with both sides of the law, she’d learned even crime bosses had their own set of rules. The cases they’d been handed recently seemed more lawless than she would have expected. So tonight’s case would be a nice change.
The man they were after tonight had run out on his family, taking all the savings, and was currently planning to fake his death, so the authorities couldn’t get him to pay child support for his three kids.
Abby’s contact in the DA’s office had asked her to help. Her company walked a fine line between legal and not so legal. It was a line she’d traversed many times.
The adrenaline rush she felt from fixing problems was akin to nothing else. Or at least it had been until her night with Zane. A week had passed since she’d last seen him lying in his bed sweetly snoring away. He hadn’t tried to contact her, and there’d been no chance meetings when she had to visit Rhea, nothing.
Not that she was expecting flowers or even a promise of another date. But a casual text to make sure she got home okay would’ve been nice.
Now she was sure she’d made the correct decision to leave before he woke up. Just the thought of how badly that would have gone gave her shivers.
“I see you, bitch.”
The voice from just behind her brought Abby back from her musings.
“I’m sorry?” She turned to him, a man taller than most. Wide more from the overuse of steroids than gym use, he was close enough for her to know he had the bad breath of a person who’d forgotten what a toothbrush was. He was also not the man they were after. No, this was a face she’d seen before on “most wanted” posters, and it was very angry.
“Hiding back here, thinking I wouldn’t see you.”
He came even closer to her, and Abby took two steps back to ensure the truck he was next to didn’t obscure Karina’s shot.
“I’m not hiding. I was just going to my car.” She tried her best scared little girl act. It wasn’t her best routine, but this jerk didn’t seem to notice. When you were a serial rapist the last thing you'd notice was the acting ability of
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