lock. It clicked shut. She moved to the windows and yanked the
r, resting the laptop on her kne
cross her face. It didn't load a standard operating sy
he keys clacking in rapid-fire bursts. She typed a sixty-fo
ater, the scree
he pulled up the confidential financial reports, estate deeds, and the Barnes family trust. A cold smirk touched her lips as she rapidly cross-referenced the data. Emery Coving
and logged into the highest-tier bounty
icon in the top right corner began flashing violently.
d bounty. The sender's IP was
Seeking 'Savior' for n
ty million US dollars. Attached to the file was
f the EEG scan. The corner of her mo
n she had just seen on the monitor dow
moved her cursor to the rej
Justice typed quickly: Not interested in
ng her digital footprint, and slammed the laptop shut. S
e in a windowless, climate-controlled server roo
ste's absolute shadow, the head o
st of static crackled
legal pad. The static came again-short a
eneath the mattress in the medical suite. Auguste wa
ed the taps as
tice Watkins. H
sion. Why was the boss suddenly targeting the
to the main terminal. He typed in his biometric pa
cial Security Number, and the addr
instantly. Justice's fil
through it. His
e municipal database showed absolutely nothing. No utility bills registered in her or her guardian's name. No library records. No medical histor
neck. His instincts screamed that this file wa
ed it into a secure packet and added a red-fl
server that only Auguste could ac
le, sending a single, microscopic v
t buzz against his spine. The muscles in hi
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