Cora POV
Hacker was at his monitor, his fingers flying over his computer. I was beginning to accept that this was his everyday, knee-deep on the computer, looking at something. He was good at what he did, and his knowledge of computers, the internet and hacking was outstanding. I can see where he got his name from.
"Good, you are here. Come look at this."
Together, Hacker and I worked on the computer. He hacked in, and I searched the files on one computer while he worked on another.
Scones brought in sandwiches, juice and coffee. The day was sailing by.
We had five vans, two that were headed towards us, and three that went through some of the other areas where the shootings had happened.
"We need to inform Oddball, so he can contact the clubs in that area about what we found. Thos
