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damn near a man.  Rylie gulped another big mouthful of air, frowned at herself in the mirror and went to the fridge to grab some Sprite.  Four o’clock in the morning was not her favorite time of day. 
    “Hey,” Sawyer said.  Well, at least he had waited until she had finished swallowing.
    “Hey, back,” Rylie responded.
    Sawyer was seated backwards in the chair, his arms hanging over the back.  “Are you off to save the world?”
    “I’m not going to talk about your deluded fantasies, Sawyer.”
    “I had Trey hack into your computer.” 
    The green bottle stopped midway to her lips.  “Impossible.”
    “He said he’d never seen anyone as good as you...except for him.” 
    Rylie thought of the little boy who had been Sawyer’s friend forever.  He’d hovered since he was a geeky adolescent, asking her questions, always wanting to learn from her.  He had been such an eager computer student.  She had been happy to help teach him.  He’d stopped asking her questions six months ago.  It should have been a big red flag.  But no, she’d had her head up her ass.  There was only one way he could have bypassed her security protocols.  “You let him into our house, and let him touch my computers.”
    “You bet your ass I did.”
    Yep, with direct access to her computers he could have hacked her, and she hadn’t set up very strong security against hackers here at home, because Char, Sawyer, and Mrs. Whitehawk sucked at computers.
    “But why?  Why would you do that, Sawyer?”  She had to use two hands to put down the soda bottle.  There were videos of beheadings and torture on her computer.  She’d tracked down drug lords in Veracruz to help stop their reign of terror just months ago. 
    “Because the woman I consider my sister, hell the woman who raised me, is up to her neck in something that scares the hell out of me.  Do you know how much I hate to have you out of my sight?  The reason Georgie cries when you leave is because he picks up on my terror.  He’s a smart boy.  Charlotte prays for you, she believes God will keep you safe, I want more than that.”  A slow smile spread across his face.
    “Oh God, Sawyer what did y’all do?” Rylie demanded, her accent suddenly thick.
    “I didn’t do anything, sis,” he said innocently.  Too innocently.
    “What did you have Trey do?” 
    “It all depends, Rylie.  If you’re going to Omaha like you said, to go pitch some new software to a company, then Trey did nothing but confuse some lady in San Diego.  But, if you are actually planning on going undercover to Vancouver as Sylvia Hessman, then you will end up with some Navy backup.”
    “Dammit, Sawyer, y’all had no right.”  Rylie remembered to keep her voice lowered at the last moment.  She didn’t want to wake up Georgie or Charlotte.
    “Are you telling me you aren’t going to Omaha, Rylie?”
    She slumped against the avocado green refrigerator and stared at the young man’s steely gaze.
    “Vancouver.  I’m going to Vancouver.  What did Lydia say?”
    “She kind of reminded me of you.”  Sawyer finally grinned. The knot in Rylie’s stomach eased.  “She demanded to know all about me and Trey.  After we had given her our names, within minutes she had the size of our underwear.  Then she stonewalled us.  Said she would keep you safe, and if we wanted more information, we would have to ask you.”
    “I love that woman.” Rylie smiled thinking of Lydia Hidalgo, a woman who had been tortured by Mexican drug lords and was still intent on finishing her degrees so she could join a law enforcement agency.
    “Well, apparently the feeling is only somewhat mutual.  She has been trying to track you down for a long time, and she sounded really frustrated she hadn’t managed to find you until we had contacted her.”
    “Yeah, well, I liked it better when she didn’t know where to find me.”
    “Rylie, we read all of your chats with her, before we contacted her.