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in security. Even he said his job was protecting people. It was probably in his DNA to react like this.
Whatever happened to NueEnergy didn’t matter to her. They’d merely been the best company to offer her a job when she’d needed to reinvent herself, and she’d stuck with them. Sure, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to the people she worked for, but this wasn’t her life on the line anymore.
“But…what about the cameras? Why those?” Those were what frightened her. The eyes on her at all times, at all hours.
“Did you ever bring work home? Could they have seen something of use through the cameras?”
“In my bedroom?”
“Hey, I’m just throwing out ideas. Maybe their plan was to blackmail you in the future if they couldn’t get what they wanted?”
“I could just go to the police. Why don’t I do that now?”
“You could. And I bet they’d figure out it was Scott, and the blame would stop there. He’d be the fall guy. Its one reason why hiring a contractor like Scott would be so appealing. The company hiring him wouldn’t be at risk.”
Some corporate whack-job had watched her. At home. In the only space she felt safe, the only place she could be on her own. It was a violation, of not just her, but the girl she’d been, the woman she’d been forced to become. And…oh God, last night…
“I want them to pay.” She curled her fingers into fists.
“They probably also wanted to keep an eye on activity in the house. In case anyone suspected the hack was coming from here, they could…I don’t know. Shut it down. My guy’s good. He’s working on it.”
“I can’t stay here.”
“You’re right. You can’t.”
“I’ll…go to a hotel…” A cold, impersonal room, where everything felt sterile. She’d practically lived in a hotel room during the trials. All of them. It’d taken over a year of one hotel room after another. She hated hotels. The memories they brought back. How she’d slowly lost herself as they’d cast her in this role. As this person.
“Or. This is just a suggestion. Come with me. Just for a few days while my guy works this out. Once we have all the pieces, once it’s all on the table, we can turn it over to the cops and they’ll all have to answer for what they’ve done.”
“Where?”
“Moab. I grew up there. I’ve got a place there. This time of year it’s quieter, not as many tourists. Fewer people to see us. My guy can come in, take stock of the spyware, track it back to the source, and we can use that against Scott and GoodGlobal.”
Fiona rolled the idea around in her head. She didn’t know Marco’s guy. Could she trust him? She’d already decided she could trust Marco, but she could always be wrong about him. Sex and her heart complicated things. She didn’t want a stranger in her space, but she also couldn’t risk exposing herself in the process of tracking down who was behind this invasion of privacy.
The Marshalls should know.
She should tell them.
But, this had nothing to do with her case. The Marshalls would turn the case over to local officials anyway. And, like Marco had said, there was a very real possibility that if that happened, the only person paying for the crime was Scott. A sophisticated job like this would have skills at work that would likely outstrip the Denver Police Department.
Her best bet very well might be Marco and his friend.
She’d also never been to Utah.
What harm would come from letting Marco’s guy get first crack at tracking down the big bad guys? Plus, if the Marshalls had less room for worry, they wouldn’t move her, and experience had taught her she was most vulnerable when setting up a new identity. If she could avoid that, if she could fight for this little, boring life she’d made for herself, maybe she could keep it.
But she’d have to trust a stranger.
“Fiona?” Marco said.
“Okay. I’ll pack a bag for Moab.”
“Don’t pack anything too nice.”
“Or too much? I
Whatever happened to NueEnergy didn’t matter to her. They’d merely been the best company to offer her a job when she’d needed to reinvent herself, and she’d stuck with them. Sure, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to the people she worked for, but this wasn’t her life on the line anymore.
“But…what about the cameras? Why those?” Those were what frightened her. The eyes on her at all times, at all hours.
“Did you ever bring work home? Could they have seen something of use through the cameras?”
“In my bedroom?”
“Hey, I’m just throwing out ideas. Maybe their plan was to blackmail you in the future if they couldn’t get what they wanted?”
“I could just go to the police. Why don’t I do that now?”
“You could. And I bet they’d figure out it was Scott, and the blame would stop there. He’d be the fall guy. Its one reason why hiring a contractor like Scott would be so appealing. The company hiring him wouldn’t be at risk.”
Some corporate whack-job had watched her. At home. In the only space she felt safe, the only place she could be on her own. It was a violation, of not just her, but the girl she’d been, the woman she’d been forced to become. And…oh God, last night…
“I want them to pay.” She curled her fingers into fists.
“They probably also wanted to keep an eye on activity in the house. In case anyone suspected the hack was coming from here, they could…I don’t know. Shut it down. My guy’s good. He’s working on it.”
“I can’t stay here.”
“You’re right. You can’t.”
“I’ll…go to a hotel…” A cold, impersonal room, where everything felt sterile. She’d practically lived in a hotel room during the trials. All of them. It’d taken over a year of one hotel room after another. She hated hotels. The memories they brought back. How she’d slowly lost herself as they’d cast her in this role. As this person.
“Or. This is just a suggestion. Come with me. Just for a few days while my guy works this out. Once we have all the pieces, once it’s all on the table, we can turn it over to the cops and they’ll all have to answer for what they’ve done.”
“Where?”
“Moab. I grew up there. I’ve got a place there. This time of year it’s quieter, not as many tourists. Fewer people to see us. My guy can come in, take stock of the spyware, track it back to the source, and we can use that against Scott and GoodGlobal.”
Fiona rolled the idea around in her head. She didn’t know Marco’s guy. Could she trust him? She’d already decided she could trust Marco, but she could always be wrong about him. Sex and her heart complicated things. She didn’t want a stranger in her space, but she also couldn’t risk exposing herself in the process of tracking down who was behind this invasion of privacy.
The Marshalls should know.
She should tell them.
But, this had nothing to do with her case. The Marshalls would turn the case over to local officials anyway. And, like Marco had said, there was a very real possibility that if that happened, the only person paying for the crime was Scott. A sophisticated job like this would have skills at work that would likely outstrip the Denver Police Department.
Her best bet very well might be Marco and his friend.
She’d also never been to Utah.
What harm would come from letting Marco’s guy get first crack at tracking down the big bad guys? Plus, if the Marshalls had less room for worry, they wouldn’t move her, and experience had taught her she was most vulnerable when setting up a new identity. If she could avoid that, if she could fight for this little, boring life she’d made for herself, maybe she could keep it.
But she’d have to trust a stranger.
“Fiona?” Marco said.
“Okay. I’ll pack a bag for Moab.”
“Don’t pack anything too nice.”
“Or too much? I
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