Page 132 of Overtake
“As in create?” Cin asks.
“Precisely, but Atteberry went after technical data instead, and started blackmailing Graham. He threatened to expose both the original reason for his hiring and the technical breaches.” Dad shakes his head. “Graham’s spent the season trying to protect WolfBett and cover his own arse instead of admitting he screwed up and needed help. He told Dubois he was doing it to protect Wyn and Reece.”
Cripes.“Protecting them how? By pushing Wyn harder?”
“By trying to control everything. It’s why he’s had his nose up everyone’s arse.”
“Hoping to spot any sign that his juggling act was about to fail?” Cin asks.
“Probably.” Dad starts fiddling with his pen. “Zara analyzed the pattern of the posts, the races, and the events to see if there was a correlation beyond the obvious. Apparently, Dubois already suspected Atteberry and used her data to track the man’s activities. Graham admitted he hired Dixon for Ground Effect Media and involved the man in all F1 fan events this season.”
“And Graham came clean about this?” I’m more shocked about that than anything else I’ve just heard.
“That’s not the most surprising thing.” Dad tosses his pen aside and leans forward, planting his arms on his desk. “Graham Pritchard actually chose his sons over his image.”
“What?”
Cin shakes her head. “How so?”
“He laid out all the details, and cleared you and Nico of any blame, Pet.”
“Bloody hell. That’s hard to believe.”
Dad nods, then tips his chin down and considers me. “Race day tomorrow, and it’s going to get extra silly between now and then. Protect yourself.”
I nod. “Yeah, Dad. I will.”
Jacintha says, “I’ll make sure she’s good, Coy.”
He smiles. “I know you will, Cin. Just be sure to take care of yourself, too.”
Standing, Cin and I turn for his door, but I pause and glance back at him. “Thanks for always supporting me, Dad.”
His expression softens. “It’s my job, Petra, as your father.”
I open the door. “You do it well.”
More details flood our phones as Cin and I return to my driver’s room.
She reads aloud. “Christ. Atteberry worked on multiple racing series.”
“I wonder who else he’s been screwing over.”
“Oh, good question.”
A text pops up from Nico.
You okay? Talked w/Coy?
Yeah. Bloody insane. Poor Reece. He’s having a hard time.
Mierda.
100%
“What’s he say?” Cin nods at my phone. I don’t ask how she knows it’s Nico. I figure it’s all over my face. I angle the screen so she can read the messages.
Nico adds:
