Zane POV
“Soon, I’ll be able to prove my devotion to you.”
“Please don’t.”
The recording replayed the noises of going into my purse, and I turned it off. Zane sat for a moment, thinking.
“I particularly liked the part where you called him a psychopath,” he said finally.
“I thought you might.” I was watching him, but his face betrayed nothing. I knew he wouldn’t be ready to make plans until Travis, whom he’d called twenty minutes ago, arrived with a new laptop they wouldn’t be plugging into a network before they used it to read the flash drive.
“I have some spares on hand,” Zane had told me, “but Travis said he had one with some sniffer software he wanted to use.”
Now, the silence as we waited was growing uncomfortable. I never wanted that for Zane and me.
“Would you like to see th
