It wasn’t pillow-hard.
It was phone-hard.
Holy shit. That can’t be right.
My pulse jumped.
“Wait a minute.” I pressed my fingers along the seam until I found the hidden zipper, neatly concealed in the stitching. "If this is what I think it is…"
I unzipped, reached in, and wrapped my fingers around a cold rectangle of plastic.
Next, I pulled out a cheap black burner phone.
No branding.
No case.
Anonymous by design.
“Her hiding around and watching people and now a hidden phone.” Hiro went still. "It’s Mami. Not Hina.”
“I think so.” I turned it over in my hand.
“Or maybe both.”
“Maybe.” Yet, doubt tugged at me. "If this is the spy’s phone. . .this is a predictable hiding spot for something so dangerous."
“Unless she doesn’t think it is truly dangerous.”
“Back to the idea of the Fox brainwashing her. . .making her think that what she is doing is protecting him.”
He nodded.
My thumb was already hovering over the side button.
I pressed it.
The screen lit.
Enter passwordglowed white.
My reflection looked back faintly in the glass. "Okay. What do you think the password is?”
“There’s the obvious one.”
“Yeah.” I tapped out K-E-N-J-I first.
The phone buzzed sharply.
Incorrect password.
Then came next,Attempts remaining: 2
My stomach dropped. "Two more. If I get it wrong twice, we're done."
“Kenji’s hackers will get it regardless.”
“True, but I want to see what’s on this phone now.”
