I look at him like he’s grown a second head, not even wanting to know what that bathroom looks like just from the smell coming from him. I know it isn’t good. “Don’t let Rowan find out.” I chuckle.
He shoos me with his hand. “Will you shut the fuck up? My head is pounding.”
Leaving him be, I decide to see if Zion needs anything. Even in my drunk fog, I still know what is top priority… Rowan and her safety.
The evening air hits me, bringing the smell of pine trees and the cleanliness of the outdoors. I wish I could have everyone smell it. Coming from a city, people never realize how different the open, fresh, non-polluted air is. It’s a luxury, and I want everyone to have it.
Zion sits on the lounger, his enormous laptop open, and all you can hear is his keyboard keys tapping, his hands moving fast.
He looks up at me, hands not slowing, his second nature on the keyboard, panning back down. “I’m going to be real with you.I can’t find how someone could get into your camera system. I can’t even bypass the security you have on it. Whoever set it up knew what they were doing.”
There are only a handful of people who know the ins and outs of the system in my house. One of them isn’t answering his text messages; the others are his team, then me. I stand perplexed.
Zion stares at his screen, shaking his head. “What you have now is top-notch. I can change them out for you and put my software on it, but I’ll even admit it’s nothing compared to the standards you have now. Either you’re messing with someone who knows the ins and outs of all security software, or it’s someone in your own backyard.” His dark brown eyes look at me. “It’s up to you.”
It's not one of mine; they’d do nothing of the sort, and that I know for a fact. I’d bet my life on it.
“Keeping it, they’ll still be able to bypass the security and do it again. So, what other option do I have than to change it?”
“It’s up to you, but I’m just going to say that if someone got into this one, they’ll definitely be able to get into mine. This isn’t a fluke or someone who doesn’t know their way around hacking into systems.”
Rubbing my hands down my face in exasperation, “Just keep it, then.” I grunt out. Having him come out was a waste of fucking time. I’m pissed off, not at him but at myself.
Zion closes his laptop. “Can I tell you something?” Standing up, he looks at me with seriousness. “If I were you, I’d take her from here until you can figure out who did it. Because they will not stop.”
My coming up job and my not being around scare the shit out of me. I can’t leave her here, not even with Weeks. Whoever did this, they’re not stupid. They’re biding their time.
“No, you’re right.”
“Be vigilant. That’s the only thing I can give you. Don’t let your guard down.” He shrugs his shoulders, not having anything to say or do anymore.
Holding out my hand, we shake. “Sorry you wasted your time coming out here.”
“Ahh, don’t worry about it. I was paid well.”
Eyebrows raised, “Who paid you?”
“Ole drunk tank in there.” Damn Weeks.
Laughing, he hands me his card. “If you ever need anything, call me. I’ll see my way out.”
Forgoing the back door, he makes his way around the house, all the while my mind is running a million miles a minute.
This could be anyone. I’ve pissed so many people off in my lifetime that the possibilities are endless.
I’m not sure where to have her stay. I know she doesn’t care for the funeral home, and I can’t blame her. Damian and Soleil occupied the apartment above the gym. And then it hits me: the apartment at the coffee shop.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, my fingers flying to press Damian’s number, he answers within two rings.
“Hey.” His voice is laced with joy, and that makes my heart happy.
“Are you still renting the apartment above the coffee shop?” I don’t make pleasantries.
“No, I let that go a while back. Why?”
I groan. “Fuck, never mind.” He can tell the conversation is done by my tone.
“Don’t you dare hang up. What’s up? What’s going on?”
