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looked over Teeg’s shoulder. “You can’t figure it out?”
    “I can figure out anything, just not in five minutes. The files are all coded with something I haven’t seen before and I don’t have a legend. It’ll take me some time. Couple days maybe.” He looked up at her. “I could take it with me.”
    “No,” Fallyn said. “Absolutely not.”
    In the weeks since Tony had met Teeg, he’d learned a few things. The first being that Teeg had zero interpersonal skills. A nice kid, but there was a reason he sat huddled behind a computer all day. He simply did not want to deal with the bullshit that came with talking to people. Give him a computer, a keyboard, and some action figures and Teeg was a happy guy. Which was no doubt why Teeg swung back to him with that help-me stare.
    Hell. Teeg wanted no part of this. Tony went back to Fallyn. “Ma’am—”
    “Jesus,” she said, “will the two of you stop calling me ma’am? I can’t stand that.”
    Tony nodded. “Of course. Sorry. Ms. Pasche—”
    She held up her hands. “Fallyn. Please.”
    “Okay. Fallyn, Teeg is good. The best in DC, but we’re not talking about the Romper Room of hacking here. This tablet was locked in your sister’s safe and my guess is a United States senator doesn’t do that unless the device contains classified information. And classified information is hard to decode.”
    Fallyn rolled her eyes. “I get that. Believe me, I’m not stupid about classified government documents.”
    And, whoa, sister. What was up with the attitude? Forgive him for trying to be helpful.
    Whatever. He’d cut her some slack. He understood the grief and irritability that came with the loss of a loved one. “Never said you were. Just not sure what you expect him to do in ten minutes. Because, no offense, if he could decode a senator’s passcoded files that quickly, I want to move to Neverland and drink beer all day. At least there I’ll be safe from terrorists who can hack our government’s top secret files in three-point-five seconds.”
    Fallyn’s head snapped up and those sharp eyes nearly took him apart. Eeee-doggies . Yeah, he’d been rude. Would probably get his butt chewed out for it, but miracle workers they weren’t.
    “Fine.”
    The word fine should have been obliterated from the English language. Fine never meant fine and it sure as fuck didn’t mean fine right now.
    Teeg swiveled his head to Fallyn then to Tony, eyes wide with panic. Clearly, the kid hated conflict.
    Tony let out a mental sigh. If they were gonna get this tablet into Teeg’s possession, Tony would have to be the one to do it. A job he didn’t much mind because he was stubborn enough to wear Fallyn down, to convince her to let them take the tablet.
    Unlike Teeg, Tony wasn’t afraid of conflict. He, in fact, thrived on it, hungered for it. Fallyn Pasche, he was quickly figuring out, would be a worthy opponent.
    He faced her, met her gaze head on. “Fine what?”
    “Fine you should move to Neverland because you are not taking this tablet anywhere.”
    Nice.
    She grinned at him and that grin ignited a fire that got his junior brain—the one in his crotch—ready for all kinds of action.
    Hello, Fallyn Pasche.
    “Oh, crap,” Teeg said.
    Tony set his hand on the kid’s shoulder, gave it a pat. “Take a break. Go have a smoke or something.”
    “I don’t smoke.”
    “Then go outside and breathe. Give your lungs a treat so Fallyn and I can talk a minute.”
    The kid stared up at him with some kind of weird hero worship and Tony snorted again. Total pisser, this kid.
    Teeg leaped from his chair and headed for the front door, closing it gently behind him. All the while, Fallyn kept her eyes on Tony, still analyzing.
    Chess.
    The two of them on opposite sides strategically maneuvering, trying to capture the other’s king. And anything else that got in their way.
    For him, checkmate meant walking out with that tablet.
    Damned if it wasn’t twisted, but for the