Page 48 of Crave
“Like breech of security and data.”
I froze. “Who’s data?”
He shook his head. “It’s widespread, a bit here and there, concentrating on two main areas.”
I rounded the desk seeing a jumbled bunch of information flying across the screen. “Which areas?”
“The Cartel del Diablo portfolio was copied. It was brutal and swift, happening before I was even alerted to someone trying to hack the system.”
“How thefuckdoes something like that even happen?” I barked.
“I don’t know. I swear to God every barrier and failsafe is in place. I’ve run countless diagnostics, nothing is showing that it’s broken. I’m at a loss.”
“So one of the most dangerous Mexican cartel’s in existence has had their data stolen by who the fuck knows and we don’t know who’s done it?”
Sloane looked fucking grey, his blue eyes were sullen and sunken in his skull. His hands shook as he typed. I’d never seen the guy rocked like this before. He was the one who was steady. The quiet, dependable person. No one knew money laundering and cybersecurity like this man. No one.
“You need to find them.” I said carefully. “Until then we keep this quiet. No one knows.” I glanced around the quiet office. My staff might not be here, but this was only one of many interconnected locations. “Not even the other offices, do you understand that? We need to hide this.”
“You’re making a bad decision.” Sloane shook his head. “If they find out we knew about the breach and didn’t tell them, it’ll be bad.”
I leaned down, placing my hands on the desk. “That’s why we’re finding out who did this now? I want an IP address and a location by morning, Sloane. Give me that and I’ll take care of the rest…personally.”
But he wasn’t convinced. “I said there were two main accounts that were hit, the Cartel was only one of them.”
I said nothing, waiting.
“The Ares file was hit the most.” Sloane said carefully. “Personal information, especially that pertaining to the investigation the private investigator sent in.”
I winced. “And the police reports?”
He nodded. “All of it.”
Rage plunged deep.
“Background checks, crime scene photos, even the ones kept out of the standard police file. The ones only a certain number of high-ranking officials had seen. The ones where my father’s hand was wrapped around the trigger of the shotgun.”
A wave of nausea hit me. I’d tried my best to keep the information out of the media. The last thing my family needed was more lies and allegations. My fingers curled into fists. “They’re fucking dead.” I lifted my gaze. “Messing with business is one thing, but messing with my family is a whole other thing.”
“I’ll find out who this is.” Sloane straightened his spine. “Believe me, I won’t rest until I have a name for you.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I straightened and turned. “And Sloane.”
“Yes, Silas?”
“Thank you.”
I left the office, walking back along the empty workstations and headed back up and out of the building. By the time I climbed back onto my bike I was shaking with rage. Motherfuckers! I started the engine, and kicked the bike into gear, tearing out of the parking lot.
Gabe’s sweet face filled me as I turned back for home and punched the throttle hard. The last thing I needed was him seeing his father’s dead body plastered over every vile dark corner of the fucking internet. I needed to get home before it got out. I needed to protect them…because that’s what I did.
“Siri, call Theo.”
A second later my brother’s cell rang, before it was answered. “Yeah, what?” He snapped.
“Where are you?”
“Why?”
