Page 12 of Keeping Kasey
Me:Recon.
Seconds later, the reply comes.
Cam:Did you find what you were looking for?
“Smug bastard,” James mumbles.
Maybe I’m sleep-deprived or just in desperate need of a drink, but I actually chuckle.
Me:As a matter of fact, I did.
“Kade got locked out of the game once we started messaging Cam,” Ford explains as he shoves his phone into his pocket. “It’s up to us to get things back up and running.”
Of course it is.
The response finally comes in.
Cam:Glad to hear that, Logan.
My back straightens, and James jerks upright in his chair.
“How does he know you’re the one talking to him?” Moreno asks, standing to move closer to the screen.
Ford rubs his temple. “I’m willing to bet he knows a lot more than that. This virus gave him access to our entire database. He probably spent the last two hours deep diving into it.”
The silence is thick as we process the implications.
Cam has gone from an annoyance to a threat—one we need to handle delicately.
“Only one way to find out,” I mutter as I type out my response.
Me:What will it take to get my power back on?
No point in beating around the bush.
Cam:For starters, you could tell me the real reason you’re looking for me.
I carefully consider before giving my answer. There’s no need to show all my cards.
Me:You have a particular skill set that interests me.
Cam:And?
Me:And I’d like to meet up.
Cam:I don’t “meet up.”
Me:What do you do?
Cam:I work remote.
Me:This is a sensitive matter.
Cam:As is the case with all my clients. What makes you special?
Me:Clearly, you’ve done your research, so you know who I am, and you know what I’m capableof. You are walking a fine line between being my ally or enemy, so I’d be very careful about how you proceed.
We sit in tense silence, waiting for his answer.
