Page 152 of Shattered Veil

I’m fucking blind without a laptop. “Ella, love, where are your father’s computers?”

She stumbles back. “No, it can’t be him. He’s...”

“It’s okay, baby. It might not be,” I say, though my gut strongly doubts it. “I just need to check.”

Nodding, she says, “He works in his office. I’ll get the key.”

I watch her dash away.Mine.

“Tell me what you see, Eoghan,” I say into the phone.

“I’m getting all these notifications on my phone, Balor,” Jillian screeches. “All our checks and wire transfers are reversing as insufficient.”

“Tell me what you see,” I repeat to Eoghan, my voice even.

“One-thousand-dollar withdrawals. Over and over.”

“Interesting...”

“There are hundreds of them,” Eoghan says. “Our banks are processing these withdrawals, draining our accounts. Whoops, Lachlan’s account is empty. Better fix this or he’ll go to the bank and shoot someone.”

“Nah, he’ll slit their throats. More fun and easier to get away with.”

All while a cyber code is circling the globe looking to hurt my family.

Hurt. My. Family.

My family is losing millions by the minute and that bastard Snow is dead. He won’t know how happy we are. Unless he made it to the pearly gates and is watching me fuck her every night.

But he’ll see how dirty his daughter is for me for all of eternity. That could be his hell.

“Balor, what is this?” Jillian looks shaken. “There aren’t any fraud alerts.”

No fraud alerts. Either what we’re looking at isn’t real, or Snow disabled the alerts because that would havegiven me time to stop the withdrawals.

Or slow them down.

“I have the key.” Ella returns, waving a silver key.

It hits me.Snow is the tripwire. His death unleashed this destructive virus that is bankrupting my family.

I follow Ella down a hallway to an office. She unlocks it and lets me inside. It smells of cigar smoke. A Mac-Air laptop sits closed on his desk. Could the code be on that laptop? Or some other device buried ten feet deep in another state? Or sitting on the bottom of the ocean?

No, that’s not possible. This is an active link on a loop to keep making these withdrawals. It needs a live Wi-Fi signal for the commands.

It has to be on this laptop in front of me.

“Jillian,” I call out from the office. “Ask Eoghan for a link to one of the accounts that’s being drained. And give the link to Ella. I cup her cheek. “It’s going to be okay. All of this can be reversed.”

I put a safety net around the URLs for each of our accounts. Added a layer beyond the banks’ shitty firewalls.

Someone broke through our walls.

Mywalls...

Snow.

Iceman.