Page 31 of Pucking Them
My pulse is roaring in my ears, but excitement wells through me.
I glance around at the sleek room with its mahogany desk, wooden chairs, and steel filing cabinets. The desk is covered with neat stacks of folders and high-tech devices.
I whistle. “Silas is more obsessed with gadgets than Zach is.”
I pick up the closest folder, scanning the ranks of numbers. “How are we going to find evidence of Silas’ shadiness? Is he stupid enough to keep it here at the office?”
“He’s stupid enough to have come after the most loved man in the Bay Rebels. My boss.” Eden’s eyes flash with rage. Hebats the file out of my hand, before pushing it exactly back into its original position. “But he wouldn’t leave the evidence lying around printed out. He will have hidden it on one of these computers because he won’t want to implicate himself by having it in his house. We only need one piece of evidence to threaten him with.”
“You mean blackmail…?”
Eden’s expression shutters.
My twin has always been darker than me, but since we came to America, sometimes I think that I don’t know him like I thought I did.
He’s his own man now.
Maybe, I need to get to know him again.
Eden gives me a long look. “There is an easier way to make him back off.”
“Is it legal?”
Eden doesn’t reply.
“Like I thought.” I narrow my eyes. “Vetoed, bro. Let’s stick to the plan, huh?”
Eden shrugs.
Eden heads straight for the three computers. He perches in the chair, tapping each of the computers on. His hands weave across the keyboards.
It’s dizzying.
No wonder D’Angelo calls him hissuper PA.
I lean on the desk, watching in admiration, while Eden starts to attempt to hack the passwords of all three at the same time.
“Where did you learn to do that?” I ask.
“YouTube.” Eden’s fingers fly over the keys. “Are you okay with Noah staying with us?”
“If he needs to.” I play with the hem of my sweater. “I understand how he must feel, you know? Having to hide who he is sucks. But then, he also lives with his abusive family. I hateseeing him come to work covered in bruises and not be able to help. Weescaped, Dee. We’re not still stuck in that hell, but Noah is. Has it always been like that for him? If I can save even one person, then I will, right?”
Eden gives a sharp nod.
He’s wearing that vigilante look of his again, which worries me.
“Hey, bro, you’re not Batman, right?” I only half-joke.
Eden arches his brow. “More like the Joker.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” I peer at the screens. “Why did you just tryimprovcomedyas a password?”
Eden grimaces. “I analyzed Silas’ social media on the way over here. He’s a member of several improv groups online.”
“You can do itonline?”
Eden side-eyes me. “Do you want to join one?”
