CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTJessica
I realized I should respond to Cynthia’s remark. “I’m
remembering a few things. Not much,” I stated for the record. I typed, “Need to
talk,” and hammered my finger down on the period key.
Cyn nodded. “Do the best you can. That’s all we can ask,” she
said for the benefit of unseen listeners.
She took over at the keyboard and typed, “Hard to arrange.
Shooting Lucius wasn’t part of the plan, but I’ll come up with an excuse. You
understand I needed to make it look like I hated you?” Cyn continued to type,
but I knew where she was going. That explained her behavior at the hotel. Why
she slapped me so hard. She had to regain whatever trust she’d built with this
group of wackos. She’d only just managed to get hold of the data, but hadn’t
seen it yet. And sh
