I don't have something like this, but...I might just get itinstalled. Make my place more secure with another layer of protection.
Of course, if someone comes with battering rams, a tank, and guns blazing, there is not much to do but shoot back and make sure everyone defenseless is in a safe room.
Silas being Simon, he thought of that, and he has two safe rooms on each floor and a big one in his subbasement.
Maybe it is overkill, but that is Silas for you. And this place is meant to be a safe house. His.
Fuck, he probably just comes here to disappear from the world.
So, it is great when I have got my kid sister and Lola in tow.
Lola, who has someone after her.
Someone who found out Lourdes Mancini was in hiding at my place.
Hopefully, no one will find us here.
Hopefully?
I'm almost one hundred percent sure.
Which is good.
Because I figure ninety percent up is a good place, and I never say never or that something is a hundred percent safe.
It is such a nice, sunny morning, and the perimeter is secure, and really, I have got a day of waiting unless someone in the Syndicate hits the jackpot of information for me, so I would love nothing more than to take Lola to the beach.
It is not quite hot enough, but fuck it, it would make her nipples stand to attention. And I would bet she would rock the fuck out of a bikini.
But even sitting around and waiting doesn't mean doing nothing. I can do things. Like try to dive into what is on my mind.
It is not Lola in a bikini.
Not totally.
I need to dive into things, too. Search the corners of the dark web and the web in general. We have all got our skills, and if enough people look, someone is gonna stumble on something I can use.
I would love to find out who the fuck her father owed.
Or find the one after Lola, that is, because even with the digging I have done, shit before that, he owed a lot of people.
It is why the bastard killed himself. That, and the authorities on him. But something tells me it was that he didn't want to face something worse than death. Like torture. Or watching his daughter?—
I don't go down that dark, bleak path.
With Silas now gone for the time being, I return to the kitchen.
Silas has got loose ends on a hacking job to see to, a job he was in the middle of before I pulled him away with the break-in and cleanup and need to find a place to keep my sister and Lola safe while I sort everything out.
A coffee, a good one, and some work?—
I stop.
My computer has been moved. Not a lot, and it looks like she tried to put it back in the same place. She, meaning Lola.
I know it wasn't Lyndall, as classical music still drifts down the stairs.
Instead of touching the computer, I go to the study where Lola is.
