Big Data: A Startup Thriller Novel by Carlson Lucas

Author:Carlson, Lucas
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Craftsman Founder
Published: 2016-09-11T00:00:00+00:00

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Iwas on the run again. However, if there was anyone in the world I could choose to be on the lam with, it would be Alex. He was always so calm and collected.

The day before, we had narrowly escaped by ducking into the courtyard and running into a neighbor’s yard. Alex took my phone and threw it into a koi pond. I was mad at first—there were phone numbers on there that I had never memorized. But who knew if Ancien was tracking me through my GPS? And at least Alex still had his phone.

We found an ATM at a 7-Eleven, and I withdrew as much cash as I could. Then Alex tore my credit card from my hands. I was afraid he was going to throw it away, but he didn’t. He just didn’t want me using it out of habit. He put the card in his back pocket, in case it became absolutely essential that we use it.

From there on, we no longer left a digital trail. We paid for two rooms at a cheap motel in cash. We used fake names. But I didn’t get much sleep. Every time I heard a noise, I thought someone was about to break down the door and kill me. It got so bad that I knocked on Alex’s door. I was glad when he opened it. We shared some whiskey from the minibar.

In the morning, we checked out of the motel. Alex told me to take everything because we weren’t coming back. I laughed. I had nothing to take. We got breakfast at Denny’s. I hadn’t eaten at a Denny’s since I was a kid. I got a Grand Slam with bacon and French toast. Alex just drank coffee. He made me feel so safe. The only other man to make me feel so safe was my dad.

During breakfast, Alex got a phone call from Heath. He wanted to meet. Alex didn’t seem to think it was a good idea, but Heath had been shot at, too—just the same as Phillip and Alex. He was one of the good guys. Or at least, he wasn’t a bad guy. Besides, at this point, we needed all the help we could get. They decided to meet at noon at a coffee shop in East Palo Alto.

We took a taxi. It was dirty and smelly inside. The Starbucks was in bad shape, too. Alex had picked one of the worst areas to meet, but I was sure he had his reasons. We waited for fifteen minutes before Heath finally arrived.

“Sorry I’m late,” Heath said. “Traffic.”

He still had a big fake grin on that handsome, chiseled face. He was as self-assured as I remembered him.

“Luna, it’s so good to see you. It’s been too long,” continued Heath.

“Good to see you, too.”

“And, Alex, I’m sorry we got split up after the shooting.”

“Why did you want to meet, Heath?” Alex’s tone surprised me.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay. I’ve been thinking about you. How have you been?”

“You could have asked me over the phone.

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