Chapter 254

MARCO PECKED AT THE computer keys with his index fingers. He'd never picked up two-handed typing, and whenever possible, he kept far away from a computer. Especially if other people were around. This was an exception.

Ghost paused from time to time to glance at Marco and snort.

They didn't have time to toss the shit back and forth.

At 10 a.m., Ghost had flipped the switch on his bit of code, locking everyone out of the Good Global network. It was time to force Fiona to come to them, before it was too late.

They'd found Scott's true identity.

In an odd turn of luck, it was Marco who lucked on the trail that led him from Scott DuPry of Vernon, West Virginia to a computer tech who had fixed Scott's laptop on a work trip to Boise, Idaho. According to data on that name, the tech had to be around a hundred and twenty years old. From there, Ghost and Marco had followed a digital trail of identities around the country.

There was a pattern.