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She read and reread the texts between Arthur and DeCovnie. ‘My solution.’ What the hell was Arthur’s solution? Whatever it was, it was happening tonight. But it wasn’t happening to both. ‘Just her.’ Who was the ‘her?’ Was it Ann? Was it unrelated?
No. If it involved DeCovnie, Conroy, and Arthur, somehow it was related. Think, damn it.
Just the fact that she could see the texts was a stroke of luck. Back when she had access to Parsons’s laptop, she had been lucky enough to be monitoring his activity on a day that he sent DeCovnie a text message with a picture attached to it. Later, after he had logged out, she had logged in as him and resent the same message with the note, Did you get this? When DeCovnie dutifully opened the second attachment, it infected her phone in the process. Aft
