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“That’s not possible?” I said, unable to hold back the frustration I felt.
When Jaxson had instructed me to call him because he had a lead, I hadn’t expected it to be a video conference call with his contacts. Three boxes covered my screen. Jaxson was in his home office and I had no idea where the other two were calling in from. I blinked and tried to keep the judgment off my face as I stared at the two unfamiliar faces.
It was hard to believe that they were computer geniuses when the man, Trick, according to the introductions Jaxson had made, looked like a GQ model with his messy bun tied on top of his head, golden highlights falling haphazardly around his face. He had a neat stubble over his jaw and piercing brown eyes that seemed to see more than he let on.
The woman seated
