Shaking his head, he smiles. “No, he is. With the way his system is set up—now that I’ve made a few changes—it’ll corrupt all of his files. He thinks he’s smart, but I’m smarter. Should’ve just figured this out from the get-go.”
He continues clicking and pulling up all of the files, easily decrypting the hidden ones. For someone who believes himself to be a smart Jack Bauer, he really just spent a lot ofmoney on equipment to make everything seem intimidating. It’s surprisingly simple to access everything.
“Did you bring the external hard drive I asked for?”
“This thing?”
Reaching into her bag, she pulls out exactly what he wanted. “Perfect,” he says and plugs it into the laptop.
File after file transfers, and his smile continues to grow. This looks like it might just work.
“What’s the judge’s name on the case?”
“Nance,” Lily says. “John Nance.”
Finding the files, he attaches them to the email and sends it to her. “What Ramsey had on him is now in your inbox.”
A relief sigh sounds, and she slumps down in her seat. “We did it?”
“I think he did it,” Tony says. “This is like watching a movie where I understand nothing you just fucking did.”
He laughs. “I have everything he did, and it’s all gone from his network. He won’t know until he tries to open a file only to corrupt his entire system. If you show the judge that you have what he did, and that Ramsey no longer does, I’m guessing he’ll play ball.”
“Thank God.”
“Lily?”
“Yeah?”
Looking at the table, he strums his fingers on the table. “How pissed off is Colt?”
“Fucking livid, but he wants you and Beckett out of here almost as much as Summer does. But don’t be surprised if you’re taking over the Prospects’ shit work.”
“How’s she holding up?”
“She’s scared. To be honest, I think all of us are. Not knowing what he had on us while knowing he hadsomethingwas terrifying. What are you going to do with what you took?”
He smirks. “We’re going to hold onto it somewhere safe just in case we ever need it for anything.”
“Brock, we should get rid of it. If no one has it, we have a better chance.”
“I’m going to protect the club at all costs. It’ll be safe, and I got rid of all of our files. Everything else will be at our disposal if and when we need it.”
And Brock plans to only use it if absolutely necessary. It’s clear by the look she gives him that she disagrees, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll never put himself or the club in his position again. Not if he can help it.
“How long until they’re released?” Tony asks.
Lily packs up her bag. “I’m waking the judge up when I leave here. Hopefully, they’ll be out by tomorrow at the latest.”
“We still got a deal, Bradshaw?”
He nods. “As soon as we take care of Ramsey and get Beckett’s girl back safe, I’ll make it happen. Any requests?”
Standing, he leads Brock out and back to his cell. “Just to make it hurt.”
“Gladly.”
Chapter Thirty-Two