“Everything. They aren’t going to go through e-mails, and I’ve been thinking about those recipes and s**t that Tumm has all over his social media and e-mails, and the more I think about it, the more I think it’s just a way to either tag someone to go to the dark web for some reason, or it’s a ruse to stall for time for anyone that might be snooping into him, or... and this is a big ‘or’ mind you, but he could be as innocent as those stupid recipes make him look.”
“I highly doubt that,” Throg said, as they stepped out of the elevator, and started towards Hron’s office.
“Me too,” Spencer said, as he opened the door.
Hron looked up, and his eyes widened, “Throg, what are you doing here? Nestling begins in less than two minutes.”
Throg was surprised, because he didn’t feel the tightnes
