Scott made the same buzzing sound. “Can’t answer that according to your own rules.”
“I was testing you and you passed with flying colors. Very good.” Kip’s condescending tone didn’t matter to him. “I’ll be a sport and mark me down to four, also. It’s a dead heat. Your turn.”
“Let’s cut the crap and you tell me what you know.”
“Too bad. I guess we’re done here then.”
“The fuck we are.”
Kip’s lips twisted into a sinister smile. “That’s the Scott Knight I remember, the brother who has trouble with control. Very nice. I always considered myself an amalgam of you and Eric. Your passion melded with his control. Of course, my brains are my own. Sorry.”
“You’re nothing like us and we’re most certainly nothing like you.”
“Do you have a question for me or are you forfeiting?”
Scott tamped down the murderous storm inside him. Four questions. “Do you know who is hacking into TBK?”
“Excellent. The answer is ‘yes.’”
His gut tightened. Kip might not be the hacker but he knew who was.
“My turn,” the asshole said. “Is Vicky still working at TBK?”
Why would Kip ask about Vicky? “Do you know where she is?”
“No. Pretty girl.”
The fucker was clearly lying. But how could he have any contact to the outside being in this kind of cell? Hoping to push him into slipping up, Scott said, “The feds think you’re gay. Vicky was into you as I recall and you didn’t give her the time of day. Makes sense to me.”
“Gay. Straight. Just labels for people who can fit into neat little boxes all together. I’m unique, Scott. You are, too, you know.”
“If you’re trying to give me a compliment, don’t. Besides, looks to me like they found a box that can hold you.”
Kip frowned and narrowed his eyes, revealing he hadn’t figured a way out of this cell as he had the others. “Your turn, cowboy.”
“Is the hacker working at TBK?”
“Yes. Was Megan’s pussy nice and tight the first time you fucked her?”
“You goddamn motherfucker.” He stood and pounded on the glass with his fists.
Kip smiled. “Too bad. That insult lost you the rest of your questions. I’m bored with this. The game is over, Scott, but I do hope to see you again.”
“The game is hardly over.” He grabbed up the files on the bench and exited.
* * * *
Megan looked across the street at the O’Leary Tower, a ten-story office building featuring a projecting cornice
decorated with interlocking circles and leafy garlands.
“Tallest building in Destiny. TBK’s offices are behind it.”
“Impressive. Looks like you could plop it down in any major city in the country and it would fit right in. Looks turn of the century.”
“Patrick and Sam would love hearing that. It was built in 1976, but they wanted it to look as if it had been in town for a hundred years. I’ll have to let them know it worked.”
They crossed over South Street continuing down East. When she spotted the marble inlay of a dragon above the entrance of the tower, she grinned. She really couldn’t wait to meet the eccentric Patrick O’Leary.