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He bypassed us, and I knew that was the instant he handed the phone off to Matt. But it was so fast, so smooth, so good that I never saw it. I wouldn’t see it until we were back at the house and Matt came to my room. He knocked, came inside, and brandished the phone.

There was a wicked grin on his face, and he tossed the phone on the bed. “Do your thing.”

Right.

Now it was my turn.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Bailey

Quinn’s phone was a joke. It was like she didn’t realize who she had been married to, who she tried to have kidnapped, and whose son came out of her birth canal. Seriously. Not a clue. I hacked into her phone within thirty seconds. She used the most generic password ever. 0000. She needed to update to the one that uses her thumbprint instead. That would’ve been more of a challenge, but okay then.

I was in. And I was snooping. Well, first I turned off the locater so it couldn’t be tracked. When we came up with this plan, the intention was to get in the phone, clone it, upload some spyware, and hand it back. That all got usurped because I pushed Matt out the doors. So yeah, that was my bad, but we could still do this.

I think.

Maybe not.

Probably not.

Crap.

She was going to get a new phone, and we’d have to do it all over again.

So maybe I didn’t need to worry about spyware, but for somereason I was still uploading it. I was in the middle of it, when suddenly the phone lit up. It was an unknown number, and then it suddenly stopped.

The phone froze in place.

Then lit up.

Then not. The screen went black.

Lit up again.

And—what was happening?

It was being downloaded.

Holy crap. Holy crap!

She was getting it cloned remotely.

My spyware was half downloaded.

I lunged off the bed, grabbed a cord, and plugged it into my computer. From there, I tried to get into the basic coding for the phone itself. The phone was ancient and Quinn was a moron for not updating it in years, but I could work with that code.

Whoever or whatever program was uploading the data, it was doing it fast. Quinn must’ve gone right to a phone store, and they were good. I had disconnected it from Wi-Fi, too, so they were using a different connection. I wanted to know what they were using, but I could analyze everything later. First, I pulled up my spyware and finished the code.

Once it was done, I looked over.

The phone was still being cloned.

Then, another flash on the screen.

The screen went black, and I waited, holding my breath.

It came back up, and I whooshed a whole breath of relief. Quinn’s new phone had my program on there, so I turned to my computer and disconnected from her old phone. I pulled up a new screen, searched, clicked on my program, and sat back.


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