She cut her eyes at him. “That sounds about right.” Her tone was frosty.
“Sabrina Fleming-Campbell is one of the nation’s leading computer forensic experts. She can also hack anything. She teaches at UNC–Carrington. Our paths have crossed quite a few times. I think the world of her.”
“Huh.”
Funny how one sound could hold so much hostility. Although maybe it was too soon to mess with Bronwyn this way. “She’s happily married. With two kids and a husband who believes he’s the luckiest man in the world.”
“She sounds lovely.” Bronwyn’s tone had softened. A little.
“She is. And I trust her completely. She’s the one who got me the facial recognition info about Peter Brown and told me that he also goes by Glen Masters. I had no idea you would recognize that name.”
“Is that legal? Because we need everything to be legal, Mo.”
He nodded. “She knows we’re in the thick of a serious situation. She’ll have everything documented.”
“Wait a minute. Why would Gray need this stuff when you don’t have it finalized? Do you think something’s going to happen?”
“I think we’re in the deep end, and we need to be sure we take all necessary precautions.”
“Okay. I trust you. What’s our next step?”
“I think it’s time to check out your servers.”
“Yeah, so ... I don’t know much about that.”
“Do you know how to give me access?”
“Of course. I know where everything is. We paid a small fortune for a secure system.” She made a sound in the back of her throat. “And my stupid relatives still managed to sneak in there and make a mess of it.”
“We’re going to fix it. And then we’re going to set up a new system, and we’re going to have it monitored so heavily that no one will dare play a game of solitaire unless they’ve been given written permission.”
Bronwyn bit down on her lip. “I don’t want to do that to my people.”
“I’m kidding. Kind of.” He hadn’t been, really.
“No you weren’t.”
“Okay. Fine. They can play solitaire. But you’ll know how much time they’re spending on it.” She didn’t look convinced, so he added, “You don’t really want to pay people to play games, do you?”
“It depends. My night desk clerk needs something to keep herself awake. I’d rather pay her to play solitaire than to sleep. Now, if we’re talking about the security guards, they’d better not be playing solitaire. But if Juniper wants to play a game while she’s waiting on me to finish a meeting, I don’t care.”
“Juniper?”
“June. Her full name is Juniper, but she thinks it sounds too hippie.”
“I’m so glad I know this. Did they name her after the prickly bushes around here or the tree in the Bible?”
“I have no idea.”
“I’m going to ask her.”
“Mo, you can’t. She’ll strangle me for telling you.”
He winked at her.
“You weren’t serious?” she asked.
“Of course not.”
