“There are parts of the building we can’t even get into because he screwed with our security system. I mean, seriously, he’s not nearly as good as they think and he can’t handle it so he’s taking it out on me.”
Must be Peyton. That’s his typical M.O.
And now, I have a real way in.
“I could help you.” The little bastard rolls his eyes. “Honest to God—I’m kind of a computer jock myself and if you give me your cell, I can make you look like a hero.” He chews his lip, and I go for broke because two minutes ago, my only plan was to flirt with this kid until I could convince him to let me go. I was even prepared to make out with him if I had to.
But now, I’ve struck gold. A new plan is forming as we speak.
“If I give you my phone, you’re not going to try to call anyone?” He has his hand in
