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Ginrummy
His cell phone beeps. It’s eight p.m., and he’s still at SeCure, but that isn’t unusual. It isn’t unusual for half the employees there. They work flex time, and a lot of programmers do their best work at night.
It’s Mr. X calling.
Yeah, seriously. The asshole calls himself Mr. X.
He doesn’t know how many people he has under him or behind him. He did his best digging and all he came up with was that Mr. X doesn’t exist. He’s part of some powerful organized crime ring.
Well, whatever. He’d do his part and become a rich man. Maybe he would even warn Kylie back into hiding before the FBI pick her up. Or not. He still hasn’t made his mind up about her. He is both more attracted and repelled by her now that he’s met her in person.
He swipes his screen. “What’s up?”
“Looks like
