I knew I’d pay—the look in his eyes had said as much. His retribution for my blackmail would be hard and swift. But I didn’t care—couldn’t care. Not with Amanda on the line and the chance to bring Meena to justice finally, finally within my grasp. Another hour, and it would all be over. ATM Guy’s name turned out to be Bentley, and we—Jace, Bentley, Raven and I—agreed to meet at one of her favorite parkades on Robson Street. The concrete would block the signal from the laptop, and the busy nightlife of downtown would give us protection and decoys if anything went wrong. From here, Bentley would hack the laptop and upload the files to the Internet. Meena’s life would be over. That’s what they thought. I had a different plan. Just because I needed their help didn’t mean I was willing to put them in danger. On the corner of Burrard and West Georgia, I stopped and waited for the light to give me the go-ahead to cross the street.
