A faint snort comes through the line. “Wouldn’t want yourhusbandto miss anything.”
“Finn,” I growl.
He laughs. “Couldn’t help it. It’s just so weird.”
“It’s not weird.”
“Sera, you don’t even date?—”
“You’re one to talk. Now tell me what you found, or I swear I’m going to spill my coffee on your keyboard the next time I’m in the office.”
“Fine.” He huffs. “There was a hidden app on your phone transmitting your location. That’s what’s been killing your battery.”
I’ve known Finn long enough to read the sympathy under his flat delivery. He comes across as closed off, but I’ve spent enough time with him in the cyber room to know it’s just that he’s terrible at communicating how he feels. Big emotions make him extremely uncomfortable.
Liev props himself on an elbow, all traces of sleep gone, expression hard. “Who?”
“Don’t know yet.”
“Were they listening to me?” My stomach clenches.
“No.” Finn hesitates, his voice softening. “But the spyware was monitoring your texts and emails.”
My mind races, trying to remember if any of my recent messages contained anything sensitive.
“And they accessed your home alarm app, which is most likely how they got into your apartment.”
“How long has the tracking app been on her phone?” Liev asks.
“Hard to say. The account was created a few years ago. This isn’t the first person they’ve tracked.”
“You can’t find the account holder?” Liev’s voice has a hard edge. “If you can’t, I’ve got one of the best hackers in the world on our payroll.”
“Of course, I can,” Finn snaps, clearly stung. “I already ran the number attached to the account through OSINT. It’s linked to a burner. I’m tracing the batch those phones came from. We’ll narrow it down. It looks like the texts you got were sent from the same batch of phones.”
I frown. “So, the same person who was tracking me, is also the person who sent me the texts?”
“That’s what I said.” Finn sounds annoyed.
“You said the account has been open for a few years, right?”
“Yeah.”
I push my tongue into my cheek, thinking. “That sounds like the kind of thing Brady and I used to do, before he turned Elite into a full-blown security operation.”
“You mean before you hired me,” Finn says smugly.
Liev’s mouth curves. “You used to bug people?”
“Not all the time,” I mutter. “Shut up—this isn’t about me. But it could be a private investigator, right, Finn? That’s the level of tech you’re describing.”
“Yeah,” he says thoughtfully. “Not your average operator, but someone without Elite’s resources.”
“Did you find anything else?” I ask.
“Like what?”
“A hidden bitcoin password.”
