When I ran out in front of his speeding motorcycle, I was desperate. I had no idea who he was. I needed help, and he was my only prayer.
Cash Flannigan was handsome. He was intense. He was irresistible. And, he was a member of Devil’s Disciples MC.
He was exactly what I needed to get out of a jam at that instant, but not at all what I needed in my life.
But, as a “thank you” for him saving me on that dreadful night, I agreed to go on a date.
After all, I was divorced, sexually deprived, and reaching an age where it seemed no one wanted me.
Having a young biker look at me with lustful eyes was a nice change.
A change that made me tingle in all the right places.
One date wouldn’t hurt
Just one…
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“Whoever did this was a professional?” I pressed my forearms tight to my mid-section. “Someone who knew what they were doing? Someone who didn’t leave a trail?””
“Absolutely. It isn’t that they didn’t leave a shred of evidence, because they did.” He exhaled a long breath. “It’s more difficult than that. When the funds were turned to cash, all traceable activity vanished.”
I drew a slow breath, and then stood. After bracing myself on the arm of the chair, I met his sorrowful gaze. “The FBI can’t trace the cash?”
“They’ll try, but I have doubts they’ll do anything in a manner timely enough to recover the funds. Cases like this are always shoved to the back burner, so to speak.”
“To find this guy, a person would have to move quickly. Is that what you’re saying?”
His gaze narrowed. “For you to find him?”
I nodded.
“It would require more than moving quickly. It would entail finding a computer genius who was capable of hacking deep into the bowels of a financial network designed to thwart such activity. There’s a handful of such people. They’re either employed by the government, or they’re very anti-government,” he explained.
“A hacker?”
“A hacker who isn’t opposed to breaking the law. They’d have to search without warrants, or cause. The person in question would have to be a criminal with experience in manipulating funds. Not simply a criminal, a professional criminal.”
My mouth twisted into a smirk.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you know such a mastermind?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
