“I’m assuming our alibi will hold up unless they ask to look for the club’s security tapes,” he said.
A whole litany of curses went through my head. I was loath to hack again. I’d been doing it too much, and too often.
“They threatened Kash.”
“What?” His eyebrows pinched together. “When? Threatened how?”
“I might’ve… done something. They might’ve… I don’t know.” I looked away. I’d been so rushed that night. I’d been desperate to find Chrissy. “I don’t know if they can prove it. They’re here for Kash?”
We had driven to the house, but we hadn’t left the car. I was able to remote hack into their system, and then we tagged a passing car with the signal. I had them following that car until it was far enough away that I knew Kash and whoever he’d gone inside that house with had time to get away.
“There’s no way they can prove anything,” he said, almost in a daze.
Right.
Well.
We couldn’t go on the run.
“Let’s go.”
“What?”
“Let’s go. Let’s see what they have to say.”
“They’re looking for Kash.”
“I know. You told me. Like, four times.”
“He’s not here.” It came out as a statement, but Matt was more making sure that he was correct.
I nodded. “Yes. He left.”
But where had he gone? He could’ve just gone to the office he used here, but this was Kash. He would’ve known the feds would come here. He would’ve had a plan.
“Let’s just go and see. I mean, we can’t do anything else.”
“Right.”
Matt agreed with me, but he didn’t move.
Neither did I.
We had to go, though.
I had a feeling. Dread. Something bad was about to happen; something worse.
We walked down to the sight of my father in handcuffs.
Agent Bright had him turned toward the door, his hands behind his back and her hand on his back. “Peter Francis, you are being arrested for cyberterrorism.”
FIFTY-FOUR
Kash
“You have to appreciate the irony, right?”
My brother was annoying me. He’d been annoying me since I slipped away from the Chesapeake, jumped in our car, and the four of us took off. Me. My brother. Josh. Scott. No one else was with us. Fitz was ordered not to leave Bailey’s side, along with four other men. We took Scott’s personal car.