Puck me. I’m yours
I watched him unlock it, type a few words, then shift it closer as the screen displayed an elaborate plan.
"Marcus is out to get you, and now I am more than certain he has backing." He swiped to the next page, which displayed Webb's bank statement.
"Oh my..." I looked up at Derek, whose face carried an elaborate grin.
"You hacked his account?"
"Oh, please, spare me the lectures. Don't forget you cloned Violet's phone; we're even," he said it so nonchalantly, like we were discussing morning jogs. "Now, focus; it's time for the big reveal."