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“He’s in his room,” Case says, as he shoots at some zombies on the screen.

“Why?” Boston asks, eyeing me off.

“Because he has been working on that code day in and day out. Jimmie might be able to offer some help.”

Boston pffts at me. “If Marlow can’t do it, no one can.”

“Okay, smartass, why didn’t we think of that? Oh wait... we did. But sometimes bouncing ideas around can help.”

Boston just smirks at me—the asshole was riling me up. I flip him off and head back to Marlow’s room. He is sitting at his desk, his elbows resting on top of the surface and his hands holding his hair back that has been let out of its usual man bun. His head snaps to me when he hears me enter.

“This thing is driving me crazy,” he huffs out. “I look over it and I know the answer is staring right back at me.”

“I know. That’s why I have Jimmie coming over to help.”

He swivels in his chair and pulls me between his legs. “As much as I appreciate that, I don’t know what help he will be.”

“But it can’t hurt to have fresh eyes take a look or even offer suggestions. The worst that could happen is he suggests everything you have already tried.”

“I hope so because it just doesn’t make sense. It only gives me fragments of information.” He lifts my shirt and leans in, placing a kiss on my stomach.

A knock at the door ends the moment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jimmie says. “Boston sent me back here, and honestly, he scares the piss out of me more than Chester does. At least with Chester, I know what I’m in for.”

“Come in,” I offer with a chuckle. “I don’t blame you.”

“Pull up a seat,” Marlow says, nodding his head to the chair in the corner of the room. Jimmie walks over and picks it up and makes his way to our side. I sit on Marlow’s lap, and he wraps a hand around what’s left of my waist. Marlow explains to him what is going on and Jimmie nods his head in understanding, but I feel like it’s an alien language.

“Is there no back door in?” Jimmie asks, and I snort.

“That’s what she said.”

“Jolie, I expect better of you,” Jimmie jokes.

“You need to lower your standards of me ASAP.”

“Anyway,”Marlow says stroking his thumb against my skin. “I thought that, but every way I try it all looks like this.”

He points to the screen and I’m still lost.

Jimmie scans over all the lines of text and cracks his knuckles. “Okay, so we go back to basics. You said this was made for you, so this has to be something he knows that you, and only you, can crack. Think back to anything you were taught or anyone he made you meet.”

“Okay, guys, I might leave you to it. I hope you figure it out,” I say as I slide off Marlow’s lap.

“Love you,” Marlow says, and I lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“I’m going to go kick some zombie ass,” I quip as I make my way to the door.

“Bye,” Jimmie says, not looking at me, his head still riveted to the computer.

I hope they can figure it out because whatever is in that folder will hopefully be the key to knowing more about what Mr Z was up to.

Chapter Fifteen

Marlow

We’ve been working on this for a few hours now, and a knock at the door startles Jimmie before Jolie pops her head in.

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