Wired (Buchanan-Renard #13)(22)

Allison could feel her face heating up. She couldn’t make up her mind if she was embarrassed or angry that he knew about her god-awful aunt and uncle. Before either of the men could continue his line of questioning, she blurted, “I could have hidden money in a secret account. When you know what you’re doing, anything is possible.”

“But you didn’t.” Liam made the statement.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Why won’t you take a lie detector test?” Alec asked.

“If you help us, I’ll make sure you have immunity,” Liam promised.

“Are you serious?” She stared deeply into his eyes, looking for any sign of deception. “No matter what I tell you, no matter what I confess . . . ?” she asked suspiciously.

“You didn’t murder anyone, did you?”

“Of course not.”

“Commit treason? Sell nuclear secrets to the enemy?”

She laughed at the absurdity. “No.”

“You’ll have immunity,” he reiterated.

She was so astonished, she didn’t know what to say. Should she confess all her sins? Could she trust Liam to keep his word?

“Could you excuse me for one minute?” She didn’t wait for permission but got up and hurried to the kitchen. Jordan was stacking the cartons of leftovers in the refrigerator.

“Just one quick question,” Allison said.

Jordan stopped what she was doing and looked at her friend. “Okay. What’s the question?”

“Can I trust Liam to keep his word? He offered me immunity.”

“I can’t really vouch for Liam, because I’ve only just met him, but I can definitely vouch for my brother. If Alec trusts him, you can trust him.”

“All right, then.” She turned on her heel and returned to the two men in the living room. “Okay, I’ll help you.”

“Do you think you can do it? Can you get in without being detected?” Alec asked.

“Yes,” she answered. There was no conceit in her answer, just confidence.

“I still want to know why you won’t take a lie detector test,” Alec reminded her.

She knew she was going to have to tell them. After she explained, they would undoubtedly think of her as a criminal—which was, in fact, the truth—and for some reason that bothered her. She shouldn’t care what they thought, should she? “I did break a few laws, but only in the interest of helping. And also there was the educational aspect. . . .”

“Be specific,” Liam urged.

She decided to start with an instance that wouldn’t sound so incriminating. “There was the time I decided to look in on my bank just to make sure there weren’t any surprises,” she said. “My savings account was there, and I didn’t want anything to happen to it. I had expenses coming up—” She stopped abruptly when she realized she was already making excuses for her conduct.

“By looking in on your bank, you mean you hacked,” Alec began. “And by surprises you mean viruses, bugs?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “And as luck would have it, I found a surprise. It was programmed to wreak havoc on a certain day and time, which turned out to be a couple of weeks away from when I found it. It would have corrupted all the bank files.”

“What did you do when you found it?” Liam asked.

“I removed it. It wasn’t very interesting, just your run-of-the-mill virus, so I destroyed it.”

“Did you notify the bank?” Alec asked her.

She looked appalled by the question. “Of course not.”

“Did you get in and out without being detected?”

“Yes, I did.” She stood then and headed to the kitchen again.

“We aren’t finished here,” Alec said.

“I know. I was wondering if there’s any lo mein left.” She straightened her shoulders as she turned. “I’ll be right back.”

When she entered the kitchen, her phone was ringing. She pulled it out of her purse, saw who was calling, and quickly pressed DECLINE. It was her aunt’s phone number. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with her tonight.

A minute later she walked back into the living room, carrying a white carton, chopsticks, and a Diet Coke. “All of a sudden, I’m starving.”

“Immunity gave you an appetite?” Alec asked.

“Must have,” she said.

The lo mein was still warm. While Liam and Alec discussed some details of the investigation, Allison ate the entire contents of the carton. She loved every bite. She finished the Diet Coke, dropped the chopsticks into the carton, and sat back. For the first time since he’d met her, Liam thought she looked relaxed.

Break was over. It was time for him to find out more of her secrets. “Did you look in on any other banks?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“I don’t know. At least twenty or thirty,” she said. “I’d look in on them every six months or so. I’d always find more bugs. It’s shocking really, how easy it is to use them to plant a virus.”

“Have you ever planted a virus?” Alec asked.

The question offended her. “No, never.”

Alec nodded, appeased.

Then Liam asked, “You didn’t just look into banks, did you?”