“Hey.”
“How was the coffee shop?” Vigo asked.
“It was fine,” I replied. “How was… whatever work you were doing today?”
“All good in the neighborhood,” Vigo said.
“What is it you guys do for work again?”
“That’s on a need-to-know basis,” Hawk said without looking away from his game. “And you don’t need to know.”
“Fine,” I muttered, heading for the hall. “Whatever.”
“Who’s Travis Dorsey?”
I froze and looked back at Vigo, still staring at the TV and pressing buttons on the video-game controller. “Who?”
“Travis Dorsey.”
I turned back around and headed back into the living room. “What do you know about Travis Dorsey?”
“Just that you’ve been stalking him,” Vigo said.
“I’m not— ” I took a deep breath. What the fuck? “I’m not stalking him.”
“That’s what it looks like from your search history,” Vigo said.
I narrowed my eyes. “How would you know anything about my search history?”
“It’s in your computer.”
I put a hand on my hip. “And how would you know what’s in my computer? How would you even be able to getinto my computer?”
“With your password.”
I flipped through the memories in my mind and understood. “You saw it over my shoulder the other night.”
He pointed a finger at me like a gun. “You’re catching on.”
“I didn’t give you permission to go snooping on my computer.”
“We don’t need permission,” Hawk said, still focused on the TV. “For anything.”
“Goddamnit.” I spun on my heel, but they weren’t going to make it that easy.
“So?” Jagger asked behind me. “Who is he? Travis Dorsey.”
I turned around and found they were all looking at me, the video game and Jagger’s phone forgotten. “You’re not going to let it go, are you?”
Vigo grinned. “Probably not.”
I sighed. “Fine. But I’m going to the kitchen. I’m starving.”
25
CASSIE
I sat at the island,glad the Hawks had cushy leather chairs instead of bar stools that would have required me to perch. I was tired, and I relaxed against the thick back even though I felt anything but relaxed.
