I had other things to do.
My other life was becoming increasingly demanding.
Last week I had set up a dummy chat room to replace the one that was compromised. The encryption was minimal, making discovery easy if the person knew what they were looking for.
And Mason Kohler knew exactly what he was looking for.
After discovering the information in the Freedom Overdrive file in Mason’s briefcase, I had sent an email to Toxicwrath.
From: [email protected]
Subject: New drop-off
Date: March 30, 2016 01:24
We can discuss the new bike for sale, but I’m concerned about the location. Perhaps somewhere with fewer lights?
Let me know when you’ve chosen a spot.
Regards.
Toxicwrath responded almost immediately.
From:[email protected]
Subject: Re: New drop-off
Date: March 30, 2016 01:28
What about Key West? That sounds nice. Talk to you soon.
Key West.
That had bothered me.
For very personal reasons.
Ones that I had purposefully not thought about in a long, long time.
—
“My aunt has this awesome place in Key West. We should go sometime,” Rose suggested.
I was hunched over the computer, typing away. I was working on a new piece of code. One that could do serious damage to the right people.
“Hannah, give that stuff a rest for a little while. You’ve been sitting there for over ten hours. It’s the weekend.” Rose got up from the bed and came to stand beside me, watching me.
“Huh?” I asked, not really hearing her. Rose put her hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it away, annoyed by the distraction. The truth was my roommate had been bugging me for a while. She had become pushy. Invasive. I wasn’t sure what her problem was, but I was focused on Freedom Overdrive. I had thought we were on the same page.
Now I wasn’t so sure.
“Spring break is coming up soon. Maybe we could—”
“Look, I want to finish this up. I’m so close to being done. Have you talked to the other Lomaxians? Are they going to help me?” I looked up at her, barely registering the hurt on her face. I didn’t really care what could have caused it.
