April groaned.
"It's okay, sweetness," Shane said. "Try again."
“What if...”
She tried again:
VUITTON0815
INCORRECT PASSWORD
April dropped her chin, closed her eyes.
"It's okay," Gina said gently. "You can try again later if?—"
"Wait." April looked up. "It’s stupidly obvious. Vince loved winning more than anything."
She typed:
VUITTONJACKPOT0815
The screen flickered. Lines of code scrolled past. Then:
ACCESS GRANTED
“We’re in!” She turned and hugged Shane. “So…now what do I do?”
Gina leaned in. “Elissa walked me through this once. Let’s see….there it is, the code. Now, for the wallet.”
April was too nervous to pay attention to what Gina was typing, until she saw:
WALLET BALANCE: 2,847.3 BTC
Below it, in smaller text:USD EQUIVALENT: $47,382,916.00
April stared at the screen. Read it again. For the first time in her life, a number didn’t make any sense to her. It just couldn’t be.
Shane had to catch her before she slid out of her chair.
"Whoa, hey. I've got you." His arms were solid around her. "Breathe, April. Just breathe."
"Forty-seven million dollars," April whispered. "After taxes—do I have to pay taxes?—that's still?—"
"A lot of money," Gina finished. She was smiling. Actually smiling. "Yeah. That's a lot of money."
April looked at the laptop screen again. The numbers didn't change.
Then she looked at the ruined purse in Gina's hands.
"It was my lucky purse," April said, and something between a laugh and a sob escaped her throat. “It’ll cost a fortune to repair.”
Shane pulled her closer. "We'll get it repaired. Or buy you ten new ones."
April touched the damaged leather. "Oh. Yeah. I guess I can now."
She could fix a lot of things. Like a certain espresso machine.
“We’ll have to make this legitimate with a believable story,” Gina said. “But don’t worry, I have a plan.”
