When I Think of A World Where She Doesn't Exist I Want to Burn It to The Ground.
-Alex Volkov from book of Ana Huang
Christian Allister
"So your girl is like totally loaded," Hadley says, plopping down beside me.
"You're looking into her financials?" I ask incredulously. "That's an invasion of privacy!"
"Meh, I just peeked when you asked whether she is clean. She's not a suspect or anything, so I'm not breaking any big rules."
"Just the law," I state dryly.
She grins. "I was recruited for my mad skills with computers and shutting down websites that shouldn't be open. I was placed up here for my forensics expertise. Never once was I wanted for my pristine moral compass. And it was just a little peek. Honestly. But seriously, she's like majorly rich. What's her house like?"
Groaning, I shake my head. Hadley definitely isn't FBI because she's a saint with a badge. She's FBI because it was prison or work with us.
