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Kylie
“You going to shoot me with that thing?” I ask, peering in at Stu through his open car window.
He has a gun in his pocket pointed at me. He’s pale, sweat beading his forehead. “What do you want, Catgirl?”
“My grandmother. Where is she?”
Something that resembles sympathy flickers over his face. “Right. They took your grandmother. I’m sorry, I don’t know.” He rubs his forehead with the hand not holding the gun. “I had no idea they would do something like that.”
A sick twist wrenches my stomach. “Who is they?”
He shrugs like we’re out to coffee discussing code or what we think about the boss. “Guy calls himself Mr. X. That’s all I know.”
My hands turn clammy, and I sway on my feet. “You just took down the country’s top credit card security company working for a man named Mr.
