RYDER
“We need to move the money into an offshore account for now,” Logan suggested, leaning back in his chair with his boots resting on the table. “Once all this heat from the cops dies down and they stop sniffing around, we can transfer it back and split it up.”
I shifted my gaze to Kane, who sat a few feet away with his laptop open in front of him. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he studied whatever was on the screen.
“What do you think?” I asked.
Kane barely looked up. “I think we need to find another tech guy to replace Luca,” he replied. “Yeah, I know my way around computers, but I'm nowhere near the level those professional computer guys operate at. There are things they can do that I simply can't.”
Logan let out a loud scoff. “Well, since we don't have one right now,
