Except a big fucking mess, but she wasn’t about to admit that to the creepy hacker in her head.
Not fault. But you=center.
Great. Either something was seriously wrong and she was hallucinating a conversation or a rogue hacker believed she was at the middle of a conspiracy. And she’d thought her life couldn’t get any more complicated. Dizzie waited for option C, none of the above.
Blinking words interrupted whatever she was going to say next.
Need to go. Now.
“Why?” She didn’t know whether to trust her mystery hacker or not.
Newsies.
“I didn’t see any when I left.”
Saw you. Know not K. Want to know who.
Well, shit. She thought she’d avoided them. They must have had a news drone above his house.
She looked up at the night sky. Was there one watching her now?
“Are you a newsie watching me with a drone?”
The cursor blinked at her, somehow looking offended. More letters flickered into her field of vision.
Rude!A pause.Move!
“Why do I need a safe house?”
Mystery lady + distinctive bike + KSJ. Do math.
Yeah, pretty much catnip to the twenty-four-hour news cycle. Ugh. More people looking for her.
A low rumble signaled an approaching vehicle. Dizzie tensed. Normal middle-of-the-night traffic? Or a horde of people searching for the next story?
“I’ll be fine at the Jack’s,” she said, not sure if she believed it or not.
No response from her mysterious intruder.
She swung her leg over the bike. If the newsies were hot on her trail, she didn’t want to be found in the middle of nowhere. She slipped on the helmet, slightly miffed that there’d been no response to her plan. For a second, she hadn’t felt alone.
What would happen if the newsies caught her?
If they were desperate to identify Killian’s mystery lady, she might be able to safely tell her side of the story.
Dizzie grimaced. On the other hand, if they found out she was inadvertently responsible for delivering the bomb, they’d sacrifice her for the story of a lifetime, then turn her over to the Tremaines for whatever punishment they would mete out.
She started the bike again. The blinker moved again.
Safe house!The same address followed.
Both Razor Jack’s and the safe house were near the south end of the city. She’d decide which destination later.
Chapter20
“What the hellwere you thinking, Killian?”
Killian’s bedroom door slammed against the wall. Either that or Portia’s accusation had woken him. One minute he was dreaming about dancing with Dizzie at the gala. The next he was bolting upright in bed. “What the hell, Portia?”
