The gun remained pointed in her face.“Maybe you’re not as smart as I think you are.Maybe like everyone else you’re just a disappointment.Maybe I’d be better off getting rid of you right now.”
“Maybe I never planned to remote hack you.”
His eyes narrowed to slits.“What?”
“Mellie?”
“Done,” her cousin responded.
“I’m still smarter than you, Jeter.I was when I was a kid and I am now.”
For the first time, he looked worried.“Whatever you think you’re going to do, you’re too late.The update just went live.”
Scott cursed from over in the corner.“Um, boss?We’ve got a problem.”
Bree smiled as Scott continued to curse.
Jeter turned from her to glare at Scott.“What exactly is the problem?”
When Scott finally looked up from his phone, all color was gone from his normally ruddy cheeks.“Did you do this?”
Bree just continued to smile.
“We need to get out of here right now,” Scott said.“She fooled us all.Instead of sending out our code, the update just sent out all the details about the Organization’s illegal activities.”
“To who?”Jeter sputtered.
“Everyone.”
Bree glanced to the side as Melissa stood and held Jeter’s phone out in front of her.“Looks like she’s always going to be smarter than you, Jeter.”
He pressed the gun against Bree’s forehead.“Not if she’s dead.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Scott had played them all from the beginning.
As soon as Ronnie had been taken by the ambulance, Tanner was in his vehicle, headed toward Denver.Every minute that passed seemed like an eternity.
No one from law enforcement—even the prestigious Omega Sector—could move in on Michael Jeter without a warrant.And no judge was willing to grant one on the day where Jeter was about to change the course of history by providing a huge technology breakthrough free to everyone.
And trying to explain that the huge technology breakthrough was actually part of a terrorist plot didn’t go over well.
He’d called in a favor and had the lab immediately run the prints on the knife that had been used to stab Ronnie, hoping there might be a link to Jeter.But the prints had been Bree’s.Or, more specifically, Bethany Malone’s.
Tanner damned well knew Bree had not stabbed Ronnie.He didn’t care what it looked like.
But he was on his own trying to find her.And his chances of being able to get to Jeter on this day—when he’d been the keynote speaker of a huge event a few hours ago—were slim to none.
He pulled up to the convention center downtown, parking illegally, flashing his badge at everyone until it got him to someone high enough to tell him where Michel Jeter was located.
“It’s an emergency,” he told a Mr.Kenyon, the manager of the building.“I need to see Jeter immediately.”
Kenyon was maddeningly calm.“I have placed a call to Mr.Jeter’s assistant with your request.I told him it was an emergency, but since you can’t give me any other details about said emergency, I’m afraid no one seems to be taking your request seriously.”
Kenyon gave Tanner a big, toothy smile.Tanner had to force himself not to punch him in it, or follow him when Kenyon turned and walked back into his office.
Tanner’s fingers itched as they fell on the holster at his waist.If he pulled his weapon right now, he could get to Jeter.Get to Bree.Force Kenyon and his big smile to show him where they were.
