Desman sat at the kitchen table in his parent’s Beverly Hills home with his friends, his folks, and this father’s best men. It had been a week since Desman and Morgan had made up and Desman had been in the best mood. Nothing could wipe the smile off his face. Things were looking up.
He was trying to stay focused on the reason they were all there. His father had taken Desman’s idea and run with it. He had somehow found a hacker to encrypt the material he wanted and to explain to him how to use and decipher the encryption. Mace was using words Desman didn’t think he knew and surprisingly had an impressive grasp of the material.
“With this in our arsenal, the feds are going to be years behind us,” Mace said as he handed out a high-tech chip to each of them. “Even if they get their hands o
