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The camera feeds were tempting. Rather than amuse herself watching whatever trouble Score’s horny drunks were getting themselves caught up in, Whisper minimized the program and began to look through the rest of the system.
Accounts weren’t that interesting. Employee files weren’t either. Checking out the browser history was enlightening. Someone had been doing a lot of research on the Doherty family. Not only that night, but on previous nights, like around when she and Zay got married.
Not shocking or incriminating. Whisper already knew that Score was the type of guy who liked to be prepared. Just like she’d said to Shyla, his street name came from his reputation. Score should want justice. His own brand of it. But unless his status was just complete bullshit, she couldn’t imagine he
