Catch Me If You Can (The Mancini Way) Read Free Page B

bitch asses something to cry about, dumb fucks. So far I’ve mostly been playing with the different agencies foreign and domestic that try keeping tabs on me, it was fun outwitting them at every turn but they’ve all learnt in some capacity or the other not to go too far. I valued my freedom too much to have them trampled by a bunch of blowhards who were sometimes almost as corrupt as the fucks they were supposed to be putting away.
    I opened up my laptop and typed in the series of numbers needed to get me into the FBI data base undetected, these fucks were so busy hounding my every step that they'd left their left flank unprotected. It was comical how fucking easy it was to breach their security. I've been accessing most if not all of the delicate top-secret information of most government agencies for the better part of eight years ever since I'd learned the fine art of hacking from a master.
    You see the thing with me is that I'm a one- man team I like working alone as much as possible when handling a job. If I needed information I would rather be able to get it myself as opposed to having to wait on someone else to get it for me. So I'd trained with the best and picked up some of my own tricks along the way. Now these days I’m better than my teacher but not only that since I'd mastered the art of hacking I'd learned how to safeguard myself against the same. It'd take them years to crack my codes and by then I would've changed them once more so they'd just have to start all over again. I'm sure it was a great source of frustration for them. Dumb fucks.
    I went through the now familiar channels that I used whenever I was spying on them spying on me. Jaxxon had given me her name so it was no hardship finding her in their database. I felt the jolt but didn’t think anything of it, just a quick hit to the heart and gut that was too fleeting to really register.
    "There she is, fuck me…come to daddy."
     

Chapter 3
     
    Cierra
     
    I made it; hard to believe after all the ups and downs and turmoil but I'm finally where I wanted to be. It's been an uphill battle but all worth it; now I can fight for justice for those who deserved it and fulfill a childhood promise made so long ago on a lonely hilltop in Maryland all at the same time. I pulled my thick black curls back and secured them at my nape, my hair is a bloody nuisance half the time but I could never go much shorter than shoulder length, maybe because that’s how I remember mom wearing hers when I was a kid, before she was taken so suddenly and horrifically from me.
    "So what do you think Cierra is this our guy?" The voice breaking into my little trip down memory lane brought me back to the present and the task at hand. The room was close and just a little stuffy, as most rooms of its ilk tend to be, there were men scattered around a long table with computer screens up and running, papers scattered haphazardly over every available surface. The peeling walls really could do with a touch up and the floors were scuffed but for some reason this was my place of solace. It was in this room and others like it here on the farm where I got to hone my skills. This is where my dream of justice drew closer to reality.
    Not many knew of my true purpose for being here, at least I hoped not and I wouldn’t want them to find out that might stand in my way, others might not understand and I couldn’t risk that. My mind is my greatest asset, my handlers have taken to calling it their secret weapon, I don’t know how or why it works the way it does I just know that it fits in perfectly with what I had to do, the one thing of importance in my otherwise bleak world.
    I took my time and studied the subject again; couldn't be too rash here, a mistake now could mean the difference between life and death.
    Frank Connell had already murdered eleven people or so it appeared; the profile suggested our perp was a loner between the ages of thirty and forty-five who probably still lived at home