I bet he updates his passwords often.
“I wonder…”
I type the first thing that comes to me, and a soft laugh escapes me when it lets me in. Should have known that stupid song still had a hold on him the same way it did in high school.
Who would have thoughtPancake’sMomHasGotItGoingOnwould be a Mafia underboss’s password?
I stare at the installed applications, hoping for some kind of recognition to kick in, but this laptop may as well be a spaceship with how little I can identify.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
If nothing else, it’s distracted me for a few minutes.
I tap a couple of the apps, and they burst to life.
The first one is a fancy online calendar Colten appears to share with Cruz, and I quickly close out of it before I can mess anything up.
The second has the word security in it, and it’s password protected, which gives me an inkling of hope it might be the right one.
I try the same password that got me into the computer, but it’s incorrect this time around.
After my second attempt, a little message pops up to say I have one more attempt before it locks down.
Fuck.
Pancake nuzzles at my hand, and I give her a quick pat. She can tell I’m stressed, and this is her way of comforting me. Why can’t the answer just materialize itself to me?
“What could it be?” I murmur to myself.
He probably doesn’t update this password as often, seeing as the computer itself is protected, so I go with my original guess, and when the program opens, my chest eases with relief.
When I’m not worried for his life, maybe I’ll be able to focus on how adorable it is that the man fits me into every part of his life, but right now I need to figure out how the hell to work this thing.
I tap into the first folder and find the links to Riley and Mom’s phones, as well as what I think may be the bracelet Cruz bought Riley after she was chased through the woods by her psycho ex.
Tucking that information into the back of my mind, I move on to the next folder, finding trackers on each of the high-level guys in the family.
Makes sense. After how many people betrayed Cruz, I’m not surprised to see that those that are left are on a short leash.
The next folder is empty, and I sigh. That motherfucker better not have put a tracker on every single person but himself, because that would be really freaking annoying.
The only thing that makes me keep looking is the fact I haven’t found the tracker on my phone yet, so maybe he has ours stored together.
I nibble at my bottom lip as I search through a few more folders, but I’m starting to lose hope I’m ever going to find anything useful.
That is until a notification pops up in the corner of the application and my breath sticks in my throat.
Lexi’s Phone
Text Message from Unknown
My hand trembles as I move the mouse toward the pop-up and click on it.
A new screen loads, and I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t a mirrored version of my phone’s layout to be staring back at me.
How is this possible?
I know I’m not the most technologically savvy person on earth, but how is he remotely accessing my phone?
