“Answer it. Tell him what’s going down. Bye.”
Mo hung up and leaned over the seat so he could see the conversation Bronwyn was having with June via text.
I can do that.
Hang in there. We’re ten minutes out.
Mo looked around. She was right. Cal clearly wasn’t worried about getting a speeding ticket.
Bronwyn let the phone drop in her lap.
“What did June say?” he asked.
“William rolled in an hour ago, strolled into the large conference room, told her to prepare for a family meeting, then sat down.” She twisted in her seat to face Mo. “She’s not sure what’s wrong but says he’s in there cussing a blue streak.”
Mo knew his face gave nothing away. He’d perfected the blank stare when he was in the Army.
But somehow Bronwyn saw through it. “What did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
She laughed. Amid all the chaos and turmoil, her laughter filled the cab of the truck. She reached for him and pulled him toward her. He went as far as the seat belt allowed. She managed to kiss his nose. “What did you do?”
“Both of you quit fooling around. With the way I’m driving, you need to stay in your own seats. It’s dangerous to be twisted around like that.”
Bronwyn turned around and crossed her hands in her lap. “Sorry, Cal.”
Mo continued to lean forward. “I’m not.”
“Are you going to answer her question?” Cal asked. “Seems like she should know what’s up before she walks into chaos.”
“Whose side are you on, man?”
“I’m a neutral party. No. That’s not it.” Cal’s hands tightened on the wheel as he navigated through a tight turn. “I’m on both sides. Except in this. In this, I’m totally on her side.”
“Thanks, Cal.”
His response was a grunt. “He’s probably done something sketchy, and it’s better for him to tell us now so we don’t accidentally incriminate him.”
“Mo?” There was real concern in Bronwyn’s question.
“Hey! You said that to get me in trouble. I’m a white knight. I’m one of the good guys. I don’t do illegal hacks.”
Cal didn’t say anything.
“I did, however, block all access to most of The Haven’s files unless you have the new passcode.”
Bronwyn turned around again. “When?”
“Yesterday, before Aunt Carol threatened me. I wasn’t sure when I could log back into the system, and it seemed prudent.”
“You didn’t pick one of those passcodes my phone is always trying to convince me to use, did you?” Cal honked at a driver who was taking up their half of the middle.
“I did not.”
“Did it ever occur to you that Bronwyn might need to log into the system and, under the circumstances, you might not be around to give her the code? What then?”
“She could figure it out.” He looked at her. “I picked something she would expect.”
