Page 77 of Fraud
“You’re still trying to play her?”
Silence.
“That’s low, Killer. That’s really low. I figured you’d stop sniffing around whatever it was you had going when you got the hots for her. But, now, you’re telling me you’re still here, using her?”
My eyes met his. “It’s a big story.”
“How big?” he asked.
“Big,” I simply said.
I could see the hesitation in his gaze as he assessed me. I knew this was one secret of mine he hadn’t cracked, and deep down, it was driving him crazy.
But, if there was one thing I knew after all these years, it was how to keep a secret from my brother.
Or at least, try to.
The flash drive I’d stolen from Kim had only been used on one computer since I’d taken it from Kim’s apartment.
My laptop.
The laptop that never left my side. The one that had traveled with me from New York to Oregon and currently sat at this very diner to my left. And it never accessed the Internet.
No back door and no weird VPN tricks my brother could use, like he had with my online accounts and Wi-Fi access.
This baby was old school and, therefore, completely useless to a techie like my brother.
But it didn’t mean I couldn’t use those skills to my advantage.
“Hey, do you think you could do me a favor?”
My stalking tendencies had reached an all-new level of dirtbag.
I was now using my brother to hack into Kate’s accounts to track her movements, something only a lowlife with aspirations of earning a restraining order would do.
But she hadn’t called.
Not once since the night I’d stepped back and insisted on this whole friendship bullshit.
Did I want to be friends with Katelyn O’Malley?
Fuck no.
I wanted to be the opposite of friends. I wanted to do every dirty deed friends weren’t supposed to do together.
And then do it all over again. Twice.
Every time I thought about her, which was nearly every single minute of the day, my mind would wander back to that night when she had been quivering beneath me, ready for anything.
Ready for me.
I remembered that moment in the restaurant when she’d told me she was a virgin.
It was the pay dirt I’d needed.
Soon, my name would be plastered on the pages of magazines and newspapers around the world as the exclusive reporter who had revealed the identity of Laura Stone. The story would go viral.
I tried not to think of the implications of my success when I left.
