“Hope you don’t mind. He woke up and I figured you were busy.” Her grin says we were nowhere near as quiet as I intended.
“Mind? Hell, I’ve never been happier.”
“Glad I could be of assistance, sir.” Her face reddens.
“Drop the sir, soldier. You’re among friends.”
“Yes sir. I will, sir.”
Whatever. My son loves her, she comes highly recommended, and for the first time since can remember, I had sex twice in one week.
Chapter Ten
Sam
My eyes open and my heart races. Where am I? As the cobwebs in my brain dissipate, I recall a trip to Seattle, followed by arrival at this safe house, and sex, oh glorious, wonderful intercourse.
Holy shit. My greedy body tingles and my lady parts are more contented than they’ve been in days.
Wondering about the time, I stand, click on a bedstand lamp, and when the mirror reflects my naked body, wrap myself in a damp towel. My hubby must’ve brought in my luggage because the small pile sits on the floor.
Deep in the black hole of my purse, I find my phone and switch it on. The LED’s indicate it’s almost noon which reminds me I have much to do. Dressing in leggings and an over-sized long-sleeve t-shirt, I exit the bedroom, cross the living room, and join my boys at the kitchen table.
“Hey sweetie.” I lift my son, inhale my favorite scent, and kiss him until he squirms to get back to his blocks.
“Want another shower, dirty girl?” Behind me, Suds leans over, places coffee on the table and nibbles my ear.
Laughing, I turn to embrace him. “I would, but we have a nanny and a Landy on our payroll. I need to get to work.”
“Dash is paying us well. Is there something you’re not telling me?” As his strong fingers knead the knots from my shoulders, I unfold the piece of paper and attempt to decipher the long line of characters.
“Hold that thought. I want to try something.” I open CloudTekToy’s login page, then enter a username and password. From there, I click on a tab which opens another window with a form for a client id and secret.
As I type, my partner watches closely. “You stole a post-it?”
“Yup. And I’m holding it hostage until Dashiell tells us why he really hired us.” I glance around the room and realize someone is missing. “Where’s Bobby?”
“Checking the perimeter.”
“She seems competent.”
“Agreed. Very much so.” He opens the fridge. “You want breakfast or lunch?”
“Yes, please.” Inside the network, I open multiple windows. “Huh. Whoever’s office we broke into, he or she must’ve been high up the food chain because I have access to a ton of folders.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Good and bad. It’s going to take some effort to sort through.” I begin by reading emails but after a couple hours, nothing stands out as suspicious.
Much of their correspondence revolves around targeting metropolitan areas where big dollars tend to gravitate, but I need to focus on manufacturing. It takes a while, but I finally find an invoice from a factory in China.
As I chow down on eggs and bacon, I turn my screen. “Hey, I found where the toys are most likely being stuffed with poison.”
My hubby bends, his cheek next to mine. “That’s all fine and dandy, but there’s not much we can do without involving the State Department. Is there anything about an assembly plant here in the US?”
“Nothing, which is why I have to assume the toy company doesn’t know about the fentanyl.”
“What does our spy think?”
