Then it hits me. She can connect with people online. She can track down friends and family just as long as she has their usernames. f**k.
I get to my feet slowly so that I don’t startle Lev. “Buddy, it’s late. You should get to bed.”
“No, leave her. She looks comfortable.”
“Can I sleep in your bed?”
“Yes,” I agree distractedly without putting up a fight. I have another fight to gear up for.
The moment Lev is inside my bedroom, I storm into my office and hack into the console downstairs in order to access any and all conversations that Alyssa might have had in the last few weeks.
Scrolling doesn’t do me any good, though. Every conversation box has been cleared. She’s deleted everything. This’ll take more technical expertise than I have available to dig up the records.
I slam my fist
