Page 77 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
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Puck
“I needto go to the hospital,” Wyatt talks from next to me. “They think Dylan is waking up.”
I can hear the joy in his voice when he tells me that. I want to jump up and down and congratulate him on his brother’s apparent recovery. But I can’t. My mind is on Emily.
“I’ll come too,” I assure him, even though I have no idea when. “I need to find this motherfucker first.”
“No worries, brother. I’d do the same if it was Ali. And Dylan would do the same if it was Becca.” He slaps me on the back in support, then stands up from the couch. “Somebody call or text with updates though.”
I nod but don’t respond. My eyes are on the laptop screen and my fingers are flying over the keyboard.
“Any progress?” Sully takes Wyatt’s place by my side. Somebody must’ve called him with the news of Emily being gone because he showed up not very long after we got home.
“I’m trying to trace down whoever hacked us. But it’s like a maze,” I explain. “And at some point, it just stops.”
“I wonder,” he starts but then stops talking.
“Wonder what?”
“It had to have been Shortie who had everything in place, right? Like, he’s the one who set them all up, their computer guru.”
As soon as he says that, my mind completely clears up.
“You’re fucking right, Blake,” I yell. “And now Shortie is dead. They won’t know how to hide, so they’ll either be way obvious about things, or they won’t do anything at all because they don’t know how. In which case,” I lift my head and stare into space, “I’ll never find anything online.”
The room falls quiet. It’s just the two of us in here. Devereaux is in his office with Malone. Arlene went upstairs with Alison and the kids. And Wyatt just left to see his brother.
“What about checking the neighbors’ cameras?” Sully snaps his fingers at me.
“There are no neighbors, Blake,” I point out. Devereaux’s mansion is on a large piece of property. He has a long driveway that make everything very private. With the trees and bushes all around, there is no camera from anywhere else that’d be able to see anything in here.
“Fuck, you’re right,” Sully agrees, but he’s still mulling things over.
He is giving me an idea though, and I start tapping on the keyboard. There’s something teasing me at the back of my mind. I know it’s important. What the fuck is it?
I log into the city security system, then find the street Devereaux’s house is on. I click on random screens, getting closer and closer to the house we’re staying in.
“Check that one out,” Sully points at one of the squares on the screen. “It seems to be the closest to the main gate.”
I tap my finger on the mousepad and wait for it to load up.
“Now go backward and check the feed,” he instructs. “Wait, do it again,” he tells me when I go too fast.
“That’s us, when we got home earlier,” I say when he’s staring at the van that’s only feet away from the entrance to the property.
“Go back some more, slower this time.”
I keep on going back and forth, unsure of what we’re looking for, but hoping something will trigger our senses into gear.
“What is that?” I tap with my finger on the screen to show him what I’m talking about.
“It looks like a large sedan,” Sully tilts his head to the side to see better. “Is it pulling out of here?”
I move my mouse again, tapping on a button to slow the picture as it moves. Sure shit, there’s a dark sedan rolling out of Devereaux’s driveway. It turns to the left, heading in the direction toward where our van is coming from, literally passing right by us.
I freeze the screen and stare at the car. The windows are tinted dark, making it hard for anyone to look inside, but I swear I can make out Emily’s face beyond the glass.
