Bad Things, Small Packages (The Accidental Cases of Emily Abbott Book 3) by Perry Kirkpatrick

Author:Perry Kirkpatrick [Kirkpatrick, Perry]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-05-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Something nudged at Emily’s consciousness. The low murmur of voices reached through the heaviness of sleep and caused her eyes to flutter open.

Who’s talking in my apartment? Oh, that's right. I'm not at home.

Zero was turned around in his desk chair holding out the microSD card. Emily sat up, realizing with a start that she had been slumped against Brent’s shoulder.

“Welcome back to the land of the conscious,” he said, grinning down at her. He leaned forward and took the memory card from the hacker.

Emily had fallen behind on managing her congestion while sleeping, so she blew her nose as delicately as she could and listened to their conversation.

“I scanned everything multiple times and there are no more tracking programs, self-destructs, or malware. It’s clean.”

“You’re a genius, Zero.”

“So I hear.” The older man stretched. “That was a fun challenge.”

“My boss will be so pleased to get his hands on this info. Payment will be made in the usual way.”

The hacker nodded. “Perhaps you should take the day off, Agent Minnie,” he said, turning to Emily. “That cold isn’t getting any better by the sound of it.”

She grimaced and glanced at Brent. “I wasn’t snoring, was I?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny.”

Emily put her head in her hands and groaned, feeling her face heat. “Aren’t I just charming.”

Both men laughed.

“He got into the memory card, Minnie,” Brent said.

She raised her head. “What was on it?”

“Oh, I don’t look,” Zero said, waving his hands. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

“Brent?”

“I haven’t looked yet, either.”

“How are you holding back?” Emily exclaimed. “Don’t you want to know what they were after?”

“Well, we already kind of know—remember? I told you.”

A list of agents.

“Yeah, but aren’t you even a little bit curious?”

“I’ll admit I wasn’t before, but then someone started talking about it a lot and now—” Brent shrugged and gave her a crooked grin before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He pushed the microSD into the slot in the side of the phone and began tapping the screen to open whatever files were on the card.

Emily waited, unable to see the screen. She smoothed down her rumpled hair and readjusted the throw blanket around her shoulders. “It feels like not-summer down here in the not-lair,” she said.

“The what?” Zero asked.

“Oh. Did I just say that out loud?”

He nodded, looking amused. “Perhaps I’ll get a sign that says, ‘You are now entering The Not-Lair.’”

Emily laughed and then covered her mouth as it turned into a cough. She glanced at Brent and felt her stomach drop. “What is it?”

He didn’t answer, but his jaw tightened. She leaned over to look at what his phone screen contained, but he turned it away before she saw more than a grid of perfect squares—photos, she guessed.

“Sorry,” he said. “This is a little more classified than you’re cleared for.”

“It’s fine. What can you tell me?

Technically I don’t have any type of security clearance…

“We need to leave.” He shut down his device, pulled the microSD card, and then pried the back off the phone.

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