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  97. About the Author

He’s still not sure what he’s going to do about Zack when he sees him at the GreenGirl. He tries to calm down and think clearly. The kid is such a Boy Scout, calling him to return his phone. Maybe he’s enough of a Boy Scout that he didn’t look in Joey’s phone.

But Joey realizes he can’t risk it. The phone is too full of darkness. Of evidence. Unfortunately for this kid Zack and for Joey, he just can’t risk the fact that the kid may have seen what’s on the phone. The problem being, there’s not a lot on that phone so if he’s seen anything on it—an address, a text, a photo—he’s seen too much.

What a fuckup. The rage rises in him again.

He has to control it.

Sometimes he can’t.

No, he doesn’t know yet what he’ll do about this Zack kid.

But he knows there’s nothing he won’t do.

Story of my life, thinks Joey cynically.

Calming down a little.

Getting ready to deal with this. This little problem. This kid Zack.

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Zack scurries down the crowded street. An assassin’s cell phone in his hand.

Not wanting to draw attention by breaking into a full run. But wanting to. Wanting to run. With no idea where to run to.

He’s moving fast.

His brain is moving faster.

He wants to throw it away. Toss it in a trash can. Just get rid of the thing. Get away from it. Why not? The guy doesn’t really know who he is or what he looks like. Well, yes, he does. He’s seen him in pictures by now. He knows Zack’s whole life by now. If he’s a professional assassin, he has almost certainly looked around Zack’s phone, figuring out who and what he’s dealing with.

Normally if your phone is taken, you’d get to a computer, log into your iCloud account, go to Find My iPhone to see where it is, and wipe all your data. But Zack had been so excited about using his new iPhone—downloading Facebook, Instagram, all the fun apps—he never activated Find My iPhone. It was just some security app.

And normally your phone isn’t taken by a professional assassin, who has probably already been exploring Zack’s phone, taking mental notes, maybe even copying contacts and data in case Zack does try to wipe it.

And as for discovering his own phone’s location—well, he’d only want to know it in order to stay as far from it as he can, considering who’s carrying it and what would happen if Zack “found” it. The reverse of what the app was meant for, Zack realizes—keeping the phone as far away as possible.