Breath of Deceit by Selena Laurence

Author:Selena Laurence [Laurence, Selena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Golden Age Press
Published: 2018-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

For the next two hours, Cian sat in Lila’s living room as she clacked away on her keyboard, muttering to herself intermittently. He made some calls, scrolled through emails, even went in her kitchen and made them both coffee with the old French press she directed him to.

Finally, somewhere south of three thirty in the morning, she stood. “Okay, I’m in. At least I’m in to one file with the sort of information you want. I can’t promise it’s the right one, so I may need to look more.”

Cian set his nearly empty coffee cup down on the end table and made his way to the computer.

“You’ll just double-click on that folder,” she indicated, pointing to the screen. “And you should go quickly. They do a security scan at six a.m. Eastern, and it might pick me up digging around in there.”

Cian nodded and sat in her desk chair. It was still warm from her body, and something inside him couldn’t help but notice that.

She turned away and walked to the kitchen. He heard the refrigerator door open, then a pan being put on the stove. After he double-clicked on the icon, the screen brightened with a list of names, along with series of letters and numbers—some sort of codes.

He scanned the list. What an idiot he’d been. He’d had visions of the list being like a roster—name of informant, organization they were informing on, email address, phone number…something other than first names that were probably pseudonyms and damn secret codes of some sort.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Dumbass.”

“You having problems?” she asked as she walked back into the room, the scent of bacon following her.

“Uh, my own stupidity, I guess.” He looked at her over his shoulder. “I didn’t really consider this stuff might be coded.” He scanned down the list. There was no Cian there, and thank God, because he had a damned unusual name. “Can you take a look?”

She tentatively stepped closer, standing behind his chair to look at the screen. The back of his neck prickled, and he felt something he knew he couldn’t afford to right then.

“Ah,” she said quietly. “Not going to be easy to find your guy in all that, is it?”

“No.”

“So the trick to these is the patterns…” She leaned over next to him and hit a couple of keys that split the screen, then she began typing rows of letters and numbers that looked like the ones on the FBI’s page.

“Your bacon will burn,” he said, noticing his voice sounded a little rough as he looked at the strip of skin between her cropped T-shirt and yoga pants. “I’ll deal with it. You do what you do.” He moved off the chair, striding quickly to the kitchen. Once there, he rolled up his shirtsleeves and flipped the strips of meat, pulling plates out of the cabinet and popping a few pieces of bread in the toaster as well. He’d always liked cooking, and he really needed the distraction.

“God,” he heard her call from the other room.

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