Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“You wouldn’t have a gun in your back if you would just do the job we paid you for,” Perseus grinds out, and judging by the whimper the weasel lets out, I will bet Perseus just pressed the gun in a bit further.
“I can’t trace these funds,” he whines. God I hate the fucking sound. What self-respecting grown man whines like a puppy? “It’s not that I don’t want to. Trust me, I do. I really, really do, but I can’t. I can tell there has been a total of almost four million dollars being siphoned from these accounts over the last five years. The amounts were always percentages that were small enough to go unnoticed but as the account grew, so did the transfers until they were several thousand dollars. When the owner died, the accounts were frozen, so the money stopped. That is when the transfers started coming out of your account. I tried tracing the money, but it goes to banks in the Cayman Islands and there is no way for me to get that account information. You don’t need an accountant, you need a hacker,” Max blubbers, a disgusting mix of snot and tears running down his face.
“Ugh gross.” I take a step away from him, still looking over his shoulder at the screen.
“Do you believe him?” Perseus asks me.
“I do. But where are we going to find a hacker for hire?”
“I know one,” Max says. “I can call him now. I can get him here in ten minutes.”
“No. I can call him. What’s his name and number?”
“Harry.” Max rattles off his number, and I call.
“How did you get this number?” a male asks.
“Is this Harry?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“I’m a friend of Max, and I need a hacker. You up for a job?”
“Depends on the job, depends on the pay,” Harry says.
“Fifty thousand dollars to hack some money trails in the Caymans, and if you do it quick, we might not kill Max.”
“Kill him. I don’t give a fuck, but I will take the fifty large. Let me grab my rig, and I will come to you.”
“Okay, you need the address?”
“Are you there now?” he asks.
“Yeah…” I say, a little uncertain.
“Then nah. I got it. See you in a few.” He disconnects the line.
“Weird little dude, but he will take the job. He is on his way now.”
Max sags in his seat with relief, so just for shits and giggles, I add, “He says he will do it for the cash. We can kill Max.”
Perseus raises an eyebrow at me while Max cries out.
“Calm your tits, dude. He said we can. I didn’t say we would. As long as your little buddy comes through, there is no reason you won’t be able to walk out of here. Now pull yourself together. But next time we hire you to do a job—overseeing our fucking money—you better do your fucking job.”
Harry is tall and wiry, with hipster glasses, and looks like he might be fourteen. It is not helped by the Capri Sun he is sucking down.
“Are you lost, little boy?” Perseus asks.
“Nah, I’m here to find your cash and collect my payment.” He marches past Perseus like he is a butler, not a heavily armed man who could bench press this kid and snap him in half like a toothpick.
“Hey, right in here. Max can give you the account information.” I look him up and down again. “Anything you need, milk, some Teddy Grahams?”
“You joke, but Teddy Grahams are the shit, and yeah, I need the Wi-Fi password.”
He tells Max what he needs, and to be fair, Max tries to get it to him, but he is shaking so hard Harry just pulls out the wheeled chair Max is sitting on and shoves it out of the way sending poor Max caterwauling down the basement steps.
“Fucking useless piece of shit,” Harry mutters as he gets the information straight from Max’s screen.
“So, you and Max are not as close as he would make it seem. According to him, you two are great friends.”
“That waste of flesh is less a friend. He screwed me out of some money and thought I was just too dumb of a kid to notice. But my bullshit is not why we are here. Let me work.”
Max emerges from the basement and scurries to the door to leave. I nod my approval. We scared the man enough for one day.
“Kind of mouthy for a kid,” I whisper to Perseus, who just nods as he watches the kid work, his fingers flying over keys and lines and lines of code fly over the screen.
“So how did you let someone steal from you for so fucking long before you found out? So fucking rich a missing million or four isn’t a big deal?” he asks. “It must be rough when your card gets declined when you try to buy gold-leaf toilet paper.”