“What about Hailey?”
“Tried it.”
“Vault?”
“Yep.”
“Savage, Angela, Layla, Dylan, Shane, Solomon, any of those?”
“Tried them all.”
“What about the club’s name, Golden Skulls.”
“Funny you mentioned that,” I grinned, scooting closer to my keyboard. Typing the name Golden Skulls into the password bar, I said, “Watch this,” then hit enter. The screen immediately changed to a laughing emoji with tears running down its face as the words, ‘THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, REAPER!’ flashed across the screen.
“Well fuck,” Reaper muttered. “Even in death, she’s a pain in the ass.”
“Yep.”
“How long do you think it will take to break the code?”
“Fuck if I know. At this rate, I may never break it. Whatever Kitty has on this thumb drive, I think it has nothing to do with the club. I think it’s personal.”
“For you? Why?”
“No clue.”
“Is there any common factor between you and Kitty?”
“We led different lives Reaper. I don’t see how we would have had something in common.”
“Maybe it’s not something but a someone?”
“I don’t see how. We moved in different circles our whole lives.”
Reaper sighed, got up and walked to the door, “Just do your best Phantom. Whatever the message says, she apparently left it for you. If you want to know, you’ll figure it out.”
Turning back to the screen, I barely heard Reaper shut the door.
Something he said nagged me.
No…not something but someone.
I didn’t lie to Reaper when I said that Kitty and I came from different worlds. We did. Yet the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I never considered it because there was nothing to consider. However, when I took away all emotion, all logic, there was only one thing, one person and when his face appeared in my head, my hands started to shake.
No.
It was impossible.
There was no fucking way.
I never said a damn word.
Placing my trembling hands on my keyboard, I typed in a singular two-word phrase that meant something to me. A nickname really. One I haven’t uttered in years.
I stared at the blinking passcode bar, knowing I was right.
I didn’t want it to be because if I was, that meant she knew all along and said nothing. She never even hinted, which by my estimations took a lot of strength and willpower. Not many women would be able to keep quiet. Then again, I was talking about Kitty. The woman didn’t get the name the ‘Vault’ for nothing.
I prayed I was wrong…Dear God, please let me be wrong.
But I knew I wasn’t.
My index finger hovered over the enter button, “Please God. If you are out there, let me be wrong.”
I hit enter and watched the screen change.
Fuck me…. I wasn’t wrong.