Chapter 12

“Can I—” His voice broke in a squeak as I twisted the lock, and he swallowed noisily and cleared his throat. “Can I help you?”

I rested a hip against his desk. “I dunno. Can you?”

He licked his lips. “Uh…I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Are you?” I shrugged as I took another pair of latex gloves from my pocket and pulled them on. “No problem. I do have a question for you, though. How much are you being paid to sabotage the Corporation’s computers? I’m sure selling out your employer in today’s market is worth more than thirty pieces of silver.”

“What? I don’t know…That’s a…Fuck you, man.” He reached for his phone, to call security, I supposed, but it was too late for him.

“Uh uh uh,” I chided as I rested my hand on the receiver. The movement revealed the Glock in its shoulder holster.

“Wait!” He jerked his hand away. “Don’t do anything you’re going to regret!”