“Sounds like her,” Cat snorts. “Still. You’ll have to be more specific.”
“She’s fucking rogue! She goes off script all the time! That bitch needed to be stopped before she gets someone killed.”
Cat snaps her fingers in Tyler’s face. “Watch your goddamn mouth about mytwin sister,dumbass, or I will end you, and there will be nothing of your sorry-ass to bury.”
Tyler pales and leans back in the chair. “Apologies. Meant no disrespect.”
“I find that hard to believe. Here you are, working with two fucking fugitives, one of which tried to kill my sister - twice.”
“That’s a coincidence.”
It’s all I can do not to yank this asshole out of his chair and put him on the floor. I know we need answers from him, but his attitude toward Cat is making me a little nuts.
Cat glares at me with a look that says,get it together, then turns back to Tyler. “Here’s the 411, Tyler. You’re going to tell me how you helped Dakota Hell and Jeffrey Rose escape prison, or I’m going to turn you over to Mr. Tall Tattooed and Brooding over there.”
Tyler sizes me up but doesn’t seem worried.
“Oh, sorry, my bad,” Cat looks at me. “Show him your little friend.”
I frown at her.
“Your big - knife!”
I shake my head but pull the knife out of its leg sheath, twirl it in my hand, then flip it end-over-end.
Tyler begins shaking.
I put the knife away.
“What was I saying? Oh yeah, tell us what you know. Ryker doesn’t gut you, yada, yada, yada. You know the drill,” Cat smacks the table when Tyler’s eyes glaze over. “You better tell us every-fucking-thing. I’m the only thing keeping that knife from making friends with your gut.”
Tyler shakes his head.
Cat stands and motions to me. “He’s all yours.”
“Wait! WAIT!” Tyler pleads with Cat. “It started with the Murmur app.”
“Murmur?” Cat prompts.
“You can post things, and they disappear,” Tyler explains. “Like when you’re fed up with your fucking job. Or mad at your spouse. Shit like that. Blow off steam.”
Cat returns to her chair. “Okay.”
“Anyway, I posted something one day about how my co-worker had a death wish and would probably take me with her,” Tyler continues. “I didn’t think anyone would see it. And after a few minutes, the message disappeared. I went on with my damn life.”
“Tyler, Tyler, Tyler. Nothing is ever gone on the internet. Someone saw what you posted.”
He shrugs. “I guess.”
Cat sneers at him. “There’s no guessing about it. If you think this came about from Murmur, there’s a good reason for it. Better skip to the good parts, Ty.”
“Fine. I received an anonymous message asking me about my co-worker. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t mad anymore at that point,” Tyler ducks his head. “But they found me anyway.”
“And they knew where you worked,” Cat finishes for him.
“Exactly. They also knew - other things - about me,” Tyler hedges.
“Look, man, I’m not interested in your browsing history or your kiddie porn addiction,” Cat glares at him. “I need to know how your post about a co-worker led to a jailbreak.”
