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Brandon:Cut the crap. Can you do it?
Cam:“Create a program” doesn’t actually explain anything. Try again.
Brandon:I need a program that can act as an incognito channel of communication. Completely hidden within a database unless someone knows exactly where to look.
Cam:And why would the CPD need something like that?
Brandon:Its intended use is none of your concern. Will you do it or not?
Cam:I’ll be in touch.
“Where did you find this?” I ask with a shaky breath.
“It’s a screenshot I pulled from Brandon’s personal hard drive. My guess is he sent it to Mason to confirm they’d found someone to do the job.”
For a moment, everything goes hazy.
I can’t feel breath coming in or out of my lungs. My fingers and toes tingle, and my vision blurs. I have no memory of James grabbing my shoulders, but suddenly, I’m staring into his uneasy gaze.
“Logan, are you okay?” I hear him ask through the fog.
“She lied,” I whisper, and saying the words out loud snaps me back to reality.
Back to being the Consoli boss.
Back to being someone who is respected, revered, andfeared.
“We don’t know all of the details,” James says diplomatically, but I know by his expression that he doesn’t mean it.
“What’s there to know?” I say with a manic laugh. “Kasey made the comms program. She lied about the attack and probably everything else she has ever said.”
The realization hits me.
“And she’s probably deleting the evidence as we speak,” I say.
James calls my name, but I’m already racing down the hallway with my phone in hand. I call Damon first, but he doesn’t answer. After going to voicemail a second time, I call Kasey—three times.
They each go to voicemail.
I’m sweating when I reach the car, and it’s not from the strain.
“Logan, stop!” James calls out to me.
With one hand on the car door, I turn to him.
“What are you going to do?”
The question is simple—the answer is not.
I want to yell at Kasey. I want to pin her down and demand answers. I want to hear her logical explanations. I want this entire thing to be a misunderstanding. I want to take her home and hold her in my arms as she falls asleep.
I want to tell her that I love her.
But this isn’t about what I want.
Itnevershould’ve been about what I wanted.
All that matters is what this family needs.
