lock. It clicked shut. She moved to the windows and yanked the

r, resting the laptop on her kne

cross her face. It didn't load a standard operating sy

he keys clacking in rapid-fire bursts. She typed a sixty-fo

ater, the scree

he pulled up the confidential financial reports, estate deeds, and the Barnes family trust. A cold smirk touched her lips as she rapidly cross-referenced the data. Emery Coving

and logged into the highest-tier bounty

icon in the top right corner began flashing violently.

d bounty. The sender's IP was

Seeking 'Savior' for n

ty million US dollars. Attached to the file was

f the EEG scan. The corner of her mo

n she had just seen on the monitor dow

moved her cursor to the rej

Justice typed quickly: Not interested in

ng her digital footprint, and slammed the laptop shut. S

e in a windowless, climate-controlled server roo

ste's absolute shadow, the head o

st of static crackled

legal pad. The static came again-short a

eneath the mattress in the medical suite. Auguste wa

ed the taps as

tice Watkins. H

sion. Why was the boss suddenly targeting the

to the main terminal. He typed in his biometric pa

cial Security Number, and the addr

instantly. Justice's fil

through it. His

e municipal database showed absolutely nothing. No utility bills registered in her or her guardian's name. No library records. No medical histor

neck. His instincts screamed that this file wa

ed it into a secure packet and added a red-fl

server that only Auguste could ac

le, sending a single, microscopic v

t buzz against his spine. The muscles in hi