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How the hell did Father know what I do for a living? Where did his money go?
The answers might be right there in that aged and abused Lenovo laptop.
Yes, along with a whole bunch of porn. But still.
I swing my bag off my shoulders and stuff the laptop inside. There’s lots of space now that I’ve unloaded Sister Silence’s remote hacking kit.
Only then do I remember to report “I got Father’s laptop.”
“You sure?” Deke says.
“Pretty sure.”
“I’ll verify it later,” Sister Silence says. “Grab and go, girl. How goes that database?”
The database isn’t my problem—she must be talking to someone else, and missed flipping her mic off. It happens.
I’m reaching for the computer room door when a familiar voice says, “I’m extracting names now.”
I stop. “Nancy?”
“s**t,” Sister Silence says.
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