Chapter 19
The sun was finally shining on the charming historic city of Oxford. People began to fill the street. Shops opened and welcomed customers. Dinah checked the wrist unit Ciaran gave her and smiled. It greeted her with a smiley and asked for the passcode. She entered her secret passcode. As the screen made a ping sound of approval, she shook her head. Ciaran was a hell of a hacker. He had coded her own passcode into this machine.
She was then connected to her travel account, had her basic log, and a credit account for discrepancies. She smiled. She understood now why Ciaran had so many people working for him. He knew how to treat people. She opened her credit account and her jaw just dropped—fifty thousand credits were staring back at her. That was what he called discrepancy mone
