Chapter 118
- KILLIAN -
It’s Friday morning, six am sharp and I’m sat on my chair in my home office making a call. My hacker got back to me, he’s doing his job quite well.
“I infiltrated the source and hacked into every device linked to the blog. By the time everyone who had access to the story checks their phones or laptops, it’ll be gone. No hidden files or anything that can lead back to it will be found either. I erased copies and forwarded links. It’ll almost be like everyone woke up from a very long dream.” He murmurs from the other end of the line.
I know him quite too well, even though I can’t see him, I can tell he’s sitting on an office chair with headphones on, crouched lower with eyes plastered on his screen before him in his game room feeling overly proud of his handy work. He’s a gamer as well as a hacker and built his own hideout from scratch. He barely ever steps out. One would notice by his dark under eyes and how malnourished he looks but he won’t listen to words from outsiders regarding changing his lifestyle even a little bit. He likes it that way, snacking and gaming while doing what he does best with little to no sunshine ever grazing his body for months. As long as there is steady food and water supply, and deliveries, he’s fine being a stuck home nitwit. I sigh. Trust me, I have tried to get him to dive into a healthier habit but every word I utter seems to be dead weight once they leave my lips. It’s almost as if they never get to his ears and just fly over his head to a bin and after trying so hard, I finally decided to give it a rest. For now.
“You’ve done a good job, friend. I owe you one.” I say. If my mood was brighter, I’d smile at the accomplishment but my mood is anything but grim. My jaw tightens as I stare into my computer, reading my marriage contract with Kate.
I’ll be heading back home very soon and this refresh of memory is needed to create boundaries between Kate and I when I do. Hazel will be around us very often and I cannot afford to let her feel unneeded, it’ll break me. I pick up a mug of coffee from my desk and bring it to my mouth. I take a sip out of it. Unlike before, it’s warm. I can tell it’ll last just a few more minutes before being flat cold. I’ll probably be in bed by then, reading a book.
A crunch like teeth sinks into something semi hard but bite able beams in my ears from the other end of the line, followed by subtle chewing sounds.
My throat tightens. The hacker still has something he needs to pass to me. . . . Information I’m not ready to have yet. “Okay,” I finally murmur under my breath, tolerating the annoying sounds caused by his chewing. “Unmask this blogger to me,” I say to him.
Part of me is still uncertain but if I have to kill this story completely, I need to target the root and maybe aid the possible student with university transfers. I swallow. If not for the hacker hacking into this person’s database earlier, photos having my and Hazel’s identity would’ve been out two nights ago.
A hard lump forces its way down my throat as I drown another mouthful of coffee. This information is taking way longer than I expected.
“It’s someone you’re well accustomed with actually.”