Harper’s POV
Once again, I silently thank Nora for leaving this laptop with me. If she hadn’t, I would have been bored out of my mind. Instead, I stare at the screen, trying to decipher the puzzle that is the last obstacle keeping me from getting into the dark web.
Three puzzles in, the fourth one is starting to kick my butt. The jumble of numbers and letters are supposed to form a cypher that will help me decode the phrase at the top of the screen.
I think.
Either that, or it forms an extremely complicated math problem that I might not be able to solve. Still, I’m not going to let some stupid underground dark web beat me, so I force myself to focus.
Soon, the numbers and letters are blurring together, and I have to rub at my eyes to keep them straight.
Two days of solving ridic
