Chapter eight

C H A P T E R E I G H T

“How does that even work? I thought you needed some high class equipment to hack into someone’s business?”

“Not really,” she laughed at Elvio’s complete disbelief of how little was actually required to steal someone’s information. “I was 14 when I did my first ever job, if you can call it that” she laughed, as she went on to explain, “I stole 127 dollars from the mean social workers account and gave it to this sweet old lady who’s cat had died. They could not even trace it back.” She sipped on her whiskey, that she grew to appreciate the taste of.

The elevator doors opened, making them both look up at the man walking in. His white shirt was dirty and stained. His knuckles bloody and his hair soaked with sweat and rain. Sage stood up from beside Athena and ran up to him. But Giovanni did not look at him, he was not expecting either of them to be there, his eyes looked at them both before looking back at Elvio.

“You look like you need the drink more than the