Page 55 of Bishop's Flight
“Probably not a stretch for a bright young fella like him,” Carwyn muttered. “So he was betting on himself?”
“Mainly, though he did place a few bets on RedRaptor. That’s the screen name for Jessica Mathis, one of the names I just gave you.”
Carwyn touched Brigid’s shoulder. “Lucas strikes me as cautious. I don’t think he would have bet on this RedRaptor player if he didn’t know her.”
“Agreed.” Brigid held up the paper. “Why don’t we go give Jessica Mathis a wake-up call?”
Eighteen
Carwyn and Brigid walked away from the house in North Las Vegas, stepping gingerly over the cracked concrete on the pathway.
“Wayne Song is certainly an unusual individual.”
Brigid glanced at him with one raised eyebrow. “Eccentric doesn’t mean criminal.”
Carwyn smiled. “He strikes me as immature more than anything.”
“True.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “For some reason, I assumed that the people Lucas talked to would also be playing chess.”
“No, the Discord thing isn’t connected to the chess site.”
Brigid grimaced. “I can’t keep up with it, Carwyn. The social media sites, the internet apps; they change every feckin’ year. Has change always come this fast?”
“Brigid, for the first half of my life, the hot new technology was being literate.” He opened the car door for her, waving away their driver, who had been waiting inside. “So no. Computers have sped everything up.”
Brigid settled into the back of the car and huffed. “I feel old. And I’m not old.” She scowled. “You’re the oul' one, not me.”
He barely managed to keep from laughing. “Have you calculated your mortal age lately?”
“Don’t be soft in the head.” She shot him a side-eye. “I’m in my twenties forever, don’tcha know?”
“And I’m a fresh and lively thirty-three.” He narrowed his eyes. “I think. Honestly, it’s been so long I don’t really remember how old I was when I turned.”
Their driver lowered the divider. “Mr. Bryn, where to next?”
“Jessica Mathis’s address please.”
“Sure thing.” He turned to look at them over his shoulder. “And I couldn’t help but overhear, but it’s not just you. My kids are twelve and fifteen, and I don’t even feel like I speak the same language.”
He smiled. “You have a fifteen-year-old?”
“Oh yeah.”
“So what do you know about Discord?”
“Uh… it’s not Facebook?”
Brigid gave him I-told-you-so look. “It’s impossible to keep track.”
“I do think it’s mostly popular with the video game crowd. My son loves those first-person combat games even though they drive my wife nuts.”
“First-person combat?”
“Yeah, like you’re playing that you’re a soldier or a knight swinging a sword, you know? And the game is from your perspective.”
“Of all the things I want to play at in life…” Brigid shook her head. “Lucas was playing something calledLegend Quest.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of that one. It’s really popular, but not as violent as what my son likes.”
