I rub my eyes.
If we knew who installed it and implemented the changes, then we would have an idea of who the digital architect is.
He doesn't need to be there for that. He has a copy, he can study it.
My phone pings.
Silas's message is less than satisfying.
Silas
Nothing on Dom's whereabouts. He's like most mafia, he uses cash.
With a sigh, I pick up the phone and respond.
Me
Even Dad uses CC.
Silas
Eye. Roll. I'm aware. But Rebecci on paper barely goes anywhere, buys nice suits, goes out to dinner once a week. Shops online.
Me
And?
Silas
And nothing. Above board. Banal. You get it. We've seen this shit before.
He's right, we have. Doesn't make me feel any better, though.
Me
He'll have that something we need to narrow it down to a property.
Silas
He's got a number of them. But he's a landlord. We found his getaway place, though.
One of them, probably his favorite, given its proximity to the city. But I'm betting it is not his deep hole one.
And not where he lives.
He visits.
And it's far enough out of the way to take problem people too. Dates as well, and even offer a haven for someone who wants to lay low.
A maid that's local and not a live-in import tells me that.
Me
Notthe others.
Silas
I'll keep hacking, as will Cade, and we'll find it to get a team in there, maybe one without your father.
