counter. “I’m getting food.”
“You can bring me a latte. No sugar.”
“Coming right up.”
I returned with a tray containing two big lattes and a ham and cheese sandwich for me to eat. Putting it down next to Ian, I took a seat.
“So why are we meeting here?” I asked him and grabbed my sandwich.
“Because I wanted to discuss what we’re going to do about the senator and the governor’s meeting that you mentioned involved others. And that’s certainly not something I want to discuss over the phone.”
“We’re going to do something about it?”
“Well, I am, but I sincerely hope you’ll join me.”
“But we don’t even know where the meeting will be held!”
Ian glanced over his shoulder, then placed an index finger over his mouth. “Keep it down, please.”
“Fine. Though it’s not like there are that many people in here.” The closest ones sat about ten yards away from us.
“True. But you don’t know who that busboy works for.” A small, Mexican-looking man was cleaning the tables right next to us. “He may very well be undercover for them.”
I had to force myself not to groan; I really needed to put an end to this… sickness of his. But not today; I didn’t have the energy for the gasket he’d surely blow when I finally did.
“In regards to where the meeting will be held, it won’t be so hard to figure out,” Ian continued. “If only I had access to her email account, it’d be a piece of cake.” He sighed heavily. “But I don’t.”
“Really? Can’t you just hack into her computer like you did to Ron’s and get into it that way?” I asked and sipped my latte.
Ian shook his head morosely. “No, I’ve already tried hacking both her and Chatterly’s computers. They must be using the same security Adler’s using for Nikkei’s networks ’cause I can’t get into either. Trust me, I keep trying. By the time I’ve figured it out, it’ll likely be too late.”
Having a bite of my sandwich, I thought about how I’d seen the senator log into her email account to email me earlier. How her big smartphone screen had said something like 69MARISSA in the gym mirror. That just had to have been her password. “Would it help if you had her password? I have her email address, so I’m assuming the first part of that is her username.”
“Yes, it would.” Ian grabbed my arm hard, fixing his wild gaze on me again. “Wait, you’re not telling me you have her password, are you?”
He looked so crazy that I regretted bringing it up. What had I been thinking? I hadn’t; that was the problem. Well, it didn’t really matter, so I said, “Yes, I think I may know her password actually.”
“Tell me.”
My eyes went down to his hand that was squeezing the life out of my upper arm.
“I will if you stop hurting me.”
Ian instantly let go of my arm. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize—”
“It’s okay,” I said, cutting him off. Then I explained how Janine hadn’t trusted that I would remember to send her a workout program unless she sent me a reminder message and how she’d sent the message during our session.
“So her screen read 69MARISSA in the mirror you’re saying?” Ian asked when I was done. “Are you sure?”
“Either that or 96MARISSA. I couldn’t tell as it was all backwards. The letters were much easier to make out.”
Ian narrowed his eyes, looking pensive. “I bet you Marissa is the name of her mistress and that the numbers were 69… They’re lesbians after all.”
He winked and grinned while nudging me. I rolled my eyes at him, but at the same time I couldn’t help but think that he was probably correct. His grin grew wider and wider.
“Okay, tell me why you’re grinning like a madman,” I demanded. “It can’t be just ’cause your head fell into the gutter. At least I hope there’s more to you than that.”
“There is. I just decided that I’m going to pay the senator’s house a little visit…”
Chapter 2
I stared
“You can bring me a latte. No sugar.”
“Coming right up.”
I returned with a tray containing two big lattes and a ham and cheese sandwich for me to eat. Putting it down next to Ian, I took a seat.
“So why are we meeting here?” I asked him and grabbed my sandwich.
“Because I wanted to discuss what we’re going to do about the senator and the governor’s meeting that you mentioned involved others. And that’s certainly not something I want to discuss over the phone.”
“We’re going to do something about it?”
“Well, I am, but I sincerely hope you’ll join me.”
“But we don’t even know where the meeting will be held!”
Ian glanced over his shoulder, then placed an index finger over his mouth. “Keep it down, please.”
“Fine. Though it’s not like there are that many people in here.” The closest ones sat about ten yards away from us.
“True. But you don’t know who that busboy works for.” A small, Mexican-looking man was cleaning the tables right next to us. “He may very well be undercover for them.”
I had to force myself not to groan; I really needed to put an end to this… sickness of his. But not today; I didn’t have the energy for the gasket he’d surely blow when I finally did.
“In regards to where the meeting will be held, it won’t be so hard to figure out,” Ian continued. “If only I had access to her email account, it’d be a piece of cake.” He sighed heavily. “But I don’t.”
“Really? Can’t you just hack into her computer like you did to Ron’s and get into it that way?” I asked and sipped my latte.
Ian shook his head morosely. “No, I’ve already tried hacking both her and Chatterly’s computers. They must be using the same security Adler’s using for Nikkei’s networks ’cause I can’t get into either. Trust me, I keep trying. By the time I’ve figured it out, it’ll likely be too late.”
Having a bite of my sandwich, I thought about how I’d seen the senator log into her email account to email me earlier. How her big smartphone screen had said something like 69MARISSA in the gym mirror. That just had to have been her password. “Would it help if you had her password? I have her email address, so I’m assuming the first part of that is her username.”
“Yes, it would.” Ian grabbed my arm hard, fixing his wild gaze on me again. “Wait, you’re not telling me you have her password, are you?”
He looked so crazy that I regretted bringing it up. What had I been thinking? I hadn’t; that was the problem. Well, it didn’t really matter, so I said, “Yes, I think I may know her password actually.”
“Tell me.”
My eyes went down to his hand that was squeezing the life out of my upper arm.
“I will if you stop hurting me.”
Ian instantly let go of my arm. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize—”
“It’s okay,” I said, cutting him off. Then I explained how Janine hadn’t trusted that I would remember to send her a workout program unless she sent me a reminder message and how she’d sent the message during our session.
“So her screen read 69MARISSA in the mirror you’re saying?” Ian asked when I was done. “Are you sure?”
“Either that or 96MARISSA. I couldn’t tell as it was all backwards. The letters were much easier to make out.”
Ian narrowed his eyes, looking pensive. “I bet you Marissa is the name of her mistress and that the numbers were 69… They’re lesbians after all.”
He winked and grinned while nudging me. I rolled my eyes at him, but at the same time I couldn’t help but think that he was probably correct. His grin grew wider and wider.
“Okay, tell me why you’re grinning like a madman,” I demanded. “It can’t be just ’cause your head fell into the gutter. At least I hope there’s more to you than that.”
“There is. I just decided that I’m going to pay the senator’s house a little visit…”
Chapter 2
I stared
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