I call the one person I trust with this. Ironic, really. Who the hell would trust a hacker? (Me, I suppose. And a few others he hangs out with.)"Yeah?" He picks up on the second ring. He sounds like he's just waking up. I hate it when people wake me up, but hopefully he will forgive me for dumping this on him."Ben, I've got a situation," I grumble, running my fingers through my hair in frustration."What's going on?" he suddenly sounds very alert."Someone is depleting my hotel's accounts. They want me to release Donavan and drop all charges," I growl. "They told me my hotels will go bankrupt in a few hours if I don't follow through.""Like hell! He deserves to be put away for life," he snarls."Can you help me out? I need to know the physical location of the culprit, and if you could return my money to me, that would be fantastic," I grumble."I'm not it. Gimme an hour or so, and we'll help you round up the prick," he assures me."Thanks, Ben. I owe you," I state."Yeah, I know. An
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