“I’ll ask Shanti when she gets in.”
“We hitting up Byron today?” she asked.
“Yup,” I answered.
“Cool. I always get a thrill when we add to the team.”
She was nuts.
And I loved her.
“Samesies.”
“Ready to make some tips?”
“You betcha.”
Suited and booted, or in our case, clothed and aproned, we headed into SC.
“All together, or should just one of us go in?” Willow asked.
We were behind the bar, Raye, Willow and me, and we were watching Byron while strategizing our approach.
Of course, all he had to do was look up and he’d catch us watching him, so we weren’t exactly being stealth.
That meant we needed to figure this out pronto and get it done.
“I don’t think Tex would like it much if we all did it together,” Raye spoke truth, unless we were having an Angels Confab, which Tex (and Tito) horned in on without fail.
Tex, because he considered himself our vigilante mentor.
Tito, because he liked to be in the know about what his girls were up to.
Only in times like those, Tex didn’t mind how long we gabbed and didn’t work.
“Just one of us should go in. Being super cajz. I can do it,” I offered.
“Okay, yeah, right, good,” Raye agreed. “I’ll keep an eye on your tables.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled as I headed out from behind the bar, wondering why I volunteered, because, even if this was my idea, how exactly did you approach someone, share you were a member of an unpaid, vigilante investigations team, and you were recruiting a local computer guru?
Well, since I was on my way, I guessed I was just going to have to wing it.
On that decision, I strolled right up and sat down opposite Byron.
His body gave a slight jerk, and his eyes were round when he looked up from his computer to me.
He also, I thought tellingly, shifted his laptop so the screen was facing the corner.
“Hey,” I greeted.
“Uh…”—his gaze dropped down to my ass in the seat then came back up—“hey.”
“So, the girls have been talking, and we think you’re an internationally wanted hacker.”
I thought he’d laugh.
He didn’t laugh.
