Page 10 of Keeping Kasey
Three.
How can I use this?
“Put him on,” I tell Elise.
I can sense her hesitation, but after a moment, Moreno says, “Consoli.”
“You come to my base—you takemylead. If you agree to that, I’ll send your driver the address.”
Moreno stepping out of line in my territory isn’t a concern of mine, but if nothing else, I will delight in hearing his reluctant agreement to follow my lead.
His pause is deeply satisfying in itself and made even better when he grits out, “Fine. Your territory, your rules. Send the address overnow.”
“Gladly.”
An hour later, my least favorite human walks into Ford’s office like he owns the place.
“Update?”
Ford answers Moreno for me. “Nothing yet. I’m starting to think it’s impossible to win, but what’s the point in that?”
“Wow, they weren’t exaggerating when they said everything is out,” a softer voice says.
Elise enters the office with James on her heels, and I stand to pull her in for a hug. It’s only been two weeks since I last saw her in Sacramento, but I don’t take my time with her for granted.
“I’ve missed you,” she tells me.
“I’ve missed you, too.” I look behind her, seeing no trace of our oldest sibling. “Where did Damon go?”
“To get something to eat,” she answers. “We planned on having dinner at the manor, so none of us have eaten in hours.”
“If other wireless devices are down, how are our phones working?” Moreno asks, ruining the otherwise pleasant reunion.
It’s his own head of cybersecurity who answers through the ongoing call. “It has to be designed that way. There’s no way Cam was this thorough and justforgotabout phones.”
“Can we use one of our phones to track him?” Elise asks.
Ford dies in the game again, then turns in his chair to face the group. “If he can pullthisoff, it’s safe to assume he’s untraceable.”
“Get someone on it anyway,” I order. “We’re not leaving any stones unturned. I’m going to kill this bastard when we find him.”
“You can’t do that,” James states from the doorway.
My glare is a warning that my brother acknowledges with a nod. “All I’m saying is this guy is good. Killing him would be a waste. If anything, this proves he’s the best candidate to find the traitors.”
“None of the candidates I recommended would’ve pulled this,” Ford mutters.
“Watch it,” I bite out.
“We can’t let him walk away from this alive,” Moreno says. “What kind of message does that send?”
“Think about it for a second.” Elise places a hand on Moreno’s shoulder. “This kind of skill workingforus and not against us could be a game changer. Finding the traitors within our families is worth the hit to our pride.”
“Exactly,” James agrees.
Suddenly, the idea of having a drink in the silent darkness of my office is far more appealing than staying here.
I stand to go, but only make it one step before Ford jerks in his chair. “Check it out.”
