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“I’m doing exactly what you said to do, but it’s not working!” Gabe shouted at Nick.

“Are you?” Nick quirked a brow.

“Yes!”

“Oh, yeah.Mmhmm, ’kay ’kay, watch.” He hit three buttons. “Oh wow, would you look at that, Gabriel? It’s exactly what I said to do.”

“No, you said ‘Hit the pound sign’ to me.”

Nick stared at Gabe. “Uh-huh.”

“You hit the hashtag button.”

It took everything in me not to burst out laughing. Nick’s face slowly turned red; he blinked like ten times in a row as if his whole brain needed to reboot.

“Mason?” He turned to the man in question.

“Yeah, Nick?”

“He’s great in bed, right?”

Mason’s eyes widened. “I mean, yeah.”

Nick nodded. “I figured, because he’s as dumb as a bag of rocks.”

“Hey!” Gabe yelled, but Nick hit him in the back of the head and pointed to the keyboard.

“That, you dolt, is the pound sign, also known as the hashtag, or number sign. For all that is holy, open a dictionary once in a while. Or, I dunno, Google, for fuck’s sake.”

He turned on his heel, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I cracked up.

“We’re really trusting these guys to find a serial killer?” Hazel spoke only to me, but it just made me laugh harder.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Noel

Nickand I had to give our brothers the simplest of tasks. Ask them to track someone and bring them to an undisclosed location without being seen, and they were on top of it. Ask them to rotate the cameras, and suddenly it was like they didn’t understand what words were.

JJ was great at coding, but we didn’t need any of that. He did pick up on things quicker than most, so we had him input keywords that would draw alerts across the Internet. Mason wasn’t hopeless either, so he was rotating cameras and watching the property and the shop.

Angel, Gabe, and Shep—well, they were unteachable. We’d told Shep to keep us watered and fed, a task he’d been relieved to be given, and he had muttered something about being allergic to technology.

That left Gabe and Angel. Four was unfamiliar with computers because he was raised to be a super assassin, so he’d agreed to go to our armory in the basement and make sure everything down there was ready to go if we had to leave quickly.

“I can go help him,” Gabe offered.

“We don’t need two people for that.” I rolled my eyes. “You and Angel are on standby if anyone needs to go to the shop or run an errand. I don’t have jobs for you because you don’t know what a pound sign is.”

“I do,” Angel growled. “Don’t lump me in with him.” He hooked his thumb in Gabe’s direction.

Gabe huffed. “See if I save any of your lives ever again.”

“Angel, the other day you asked me if there was a remote for the computer.” I lifted my brows.

“I think that’s a great question.” He shrugged.

“I can’t work with that.” I spun around and started typing.

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