Page 73 of Tango
“They are,” Dylan tells her. “I thought your dad was going to punch the lead detective though,” he grins. “It was rather amusing.”
Alice laughs softly, some of the stress melting out of her expression. “Dad has a bit of a temper when it comes to our family being at risk.”
“It was well-deserved. Trust me.” Dylan turns to me. “Jesper is waiting at the airstrip. As of now, I don’t think we have to worry about police intercepting the plane, but we need to move fast just in case they catch on.”
“Then let’s get going.” I open the back door for Alice, waiting as she climbs in before closing it and climbing into the passenger seat. “Tell me about the search. They get anything from my computers?”
“Nope. Swapped the hard drives before they got there. Aside from some ranch reports, they got nothing.”
“You keep spare hard drives?” Alice asks.
“I do. Anytime there’s a potential threat, I swap them so sensitive information doesn’t end up in the wrong hands.”
“And so there’s no proof of Tucker accessing websites he shouldn’t be,” Dylan adds.
“That too,” I agree.
“Smart,” Alice replies. “Did you ever hack Web Safe?”
I turn around to look at her, a grin on my face. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“You did? When?”
“Back when they first got started. They wanted to know if there were any weak points, so I tested it out.”
“They asked you to?”
“Nah. But I did send in an anonymous report, then waited a bit before hacking in again.”
Alice laughs. “You’re the ghost.”
“Huh?”
“You’re a bit of a legend at Web Safe. The hacker who managed to slip past firewall after firewall right after they opened yet never took anything. You were in, then out just as quickly.”
“You hear that?” I ask Dylan. “I’m a legend.”
“I already knew that, brother,” Dylan replies with a chuckle. For a moment, a bit of his darkness slips away, and the weight of everything we’re facing lessens—only for a moment though.
“You bring any gear?” I ask, turning to check the backseat. There are two tactical backpacks and two bulletproof vests sitting right beside them.
“Medical supplies, extra ammunition, a few extra firearms, knives, and the other necessities.”
“What other necessities?”
“Binoculars, emergency kits—water, blankets, freeze-dried food.”
“You make it sound like we’re walking into war,” Alice comments.
I turn toward her. “We are.”
“Good point.”
Dylan makes a right to head out of town toward the small private airstrip we use whenever we need to travel quickly and quietly. His phone rings, so he answers it on Bluetooth. “Yeah?”
“Where are you at?” Bradyn questions through the speakers.
“On the road, brother. Nearly to my destination.”
