His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea
I looked at Knox, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack, and then I looked back at Chase, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across my face for the first time all night.
"You need a hacker to burn them down," Chase said simply, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you're looking at one."
"Well," I chuckled, pulling up a cheap plastic chair and sitting down next to the kid.
"Let's get to work, then."
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