“You hacked into my country’s national criminal database through a backdoor you installed – via an Interpol program – to extract sensitive information for a client of yours who then proceeded to use said information during what had become quite a hostile negotiation.”
Yeah.
That was me.
I was young and dumb and did sloppy shit like any other fifteen-year-old.
But I’m not gonna cop to it.
Besides, that was over a decade ago.
Eleven years to be exact.
Whatever “charges” he wants to try to bring me in on – assuming he could even fucking prove them – are past their statute of limitations in this country.
And I know that for a fact.
Beni’ of having an attorney in your back pocket even if you really wish you had him in your front.
Oronyour front.
Or on his knees.
Or you on yours.
Again.
Not picky.
I would hit save on any and all of those.
“Hacking is most certainly an illegal offense, Fiorenzo.”
“Debatable.”
“Keeping your name from being brought up in certain circles is a feat worthy of payment.”
“Overkill.”
“You only believe that because you are convinced that holding you accountable for the aforementioned cybercrime is impossible due to it being past its prosecution date.”He prepares to slide the bite into his mouth.“Am I correct in my assumption?”
The most he receives is a blink.
“Unfortunately, you are incorrect in yours.”
There’s no stopping my brow from furrowing.
Thaddeus slowly chews the chunk, forcing me to simply stew in the stirred-up discomfort.
He’s fucking with me.
He has to be.
Garcia – Victor Garcia the previously talked about lawyer that’s also my best friend and the older man I have been not so secretly in love with basically since we met – wouldn’t lie to me.
He’d liedforme.
But nottome.
