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“I have an account,” said the wife, “but I don’t post anymore.”
Hawk grimaced. “Jump online and let me know if that video was posted.”
“You’re kidding, right?” asked the husband.
“Unfortunately, no,” Hawk replied. “Looks like we had a company-wide breach. Someone hacked in, turned on certain accounts, and might be posting those videos.”
“I’m back,” said the wife. “I don’t see anything, but we’ll keep an eye out.”
“Our first porno movie,” the husband said, and the couple laughed.
“I’m not sure there was much to see,” she added. “We were under the covers.”
“I’m sorry,” Hawk said. “We’re working to resolve the issue. Turn off your camera. I’ll credit you for the month.”
“Thanks,” the husband said. “We’re a little concerned that our account information was also hacked.
“We’re looking into that too,” Hawk said. “He thanked them for the call, hung up, and called Mags back. “Whad’ya find out?”
“Looks like eight residential accounts got hacked,” she said.
They’d already heard from two, so they split the remaining six clients, each calling three.
Two were furious with Hawk. One fired him, the other said he’d give him a chance to remedy the problem, but he wanted some kind of financial compensation.
As Hawk hung up, Mags called him back.
“I lost all three customers,” she said. “One threatened to sue us.”
“I lost one,” he said. “I think I know who did this.”
“I figured it was a black-hat hacker,” Mags said. “Company breaches happen all the time.”
“But they steal information like credit card numbers and email addresses. They don’t turn on bedroom security cams, then post videos on social media.”
“What a mess,” Mags murmured. “Who do you think did this?”
“Wayne,” Hawk replied. “I fired him last week for screwing Sabrina Stoolin during the install.”
“Ohgod. How did you know?”
“I was there.”
“Ew,” Mags said. “Did we get his laptop back?”
“Check with HR. I gotta figure out how to stop this from happening again.” Hawk hung up, the agitation whirring through him.
This would take hours, days even. He’d have to hire a company to—
“Hey, Emerson,” Addison said. “Do you have a second?” She listened. “I’m okay. Did Barry have a family?” More listening. “Thanks for telling me. Hey, I’ve got a question. Hawk’s company was hacked. Would Stryker be able to help or should we call his office tomorrow—he’s right here.” She held out her phone. “Stryker will help you.”
“You’re a lifesaver.” He took the phone. “Yo, baby.”
“Talk to me,” Stryker said.
After Hawk explained, Stryker said, “I’ll check it out and call you back once I know more. Give me access to view your accounts.”
After hanging up, Hawk gave Stryker online access, then went looking for his houseguest. Addison was passed out on the sofa looking like an angel. The tight lines around her eyes were gone. He wanted to hold her, comfort her, protect her.
