Chapter 11Fantasma sat in the gaming chair she’d picked up after she’d settled into her apartment above the Howl, her eyes darting between the monitors she’d set up on either side of her laptop, then typed in a few lines of code for the data mining script she’d been working on to help with tracking down Ami’s s**t-heel ex.
If she was honest, and Fantasma tried to avoid that where possible, she was a bit of a stimulation addict. She didn’t like focusing on one thing for hours. She worked better when she could bounce from project to project as the urge suited her, avoiding boredom wherever possible.
Which meant her phone was right where she could glance over to check notifications when it buzzed to announce an incoming text message, and as she read it, the multiple trains of thought that h
