“I know that, Dylan, because I checked. Plus, I checked if he had access to anything he could be doing this on, and no he doesn’t. In fact, he’s pretty much been in solitary for a year, because he’s a target. Seems the other inmates don’t like him.”

“Shame,” Dylan said, trying to slow his breathing. “Are you sure about this, Mickey?”

“I had Sylvie look it over. Whoever did this to your sister made one mistake in his rerouting through a VPN, and I traced it back to that diner in Queens.”

“Well fuck,” Dylan said, then waved his hand at Piper to apologize for speaking that way in front of Grace.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. This is someone who’s as smart as Fielder. Lucky for us he made one mistake.”

“Give me a second, Mickey.” Dylan lowered his phone. “You go on into A.S., I’ll follow when I’m done,” Dylan said to Piper.

Nodding, she threw him a questioning look as she walked away. With his eyes on her lovely long legs, he lifted the phone back to his ear. He then went on to explain to Mickey what else had been going on with his family.

“Okay, let’s not panic here, because Fielder’s inside and it could be just coincidence all this other stuff happening, but it’s cause for concern. No doubting that.”

“Huge fucking cause for concern,” Dylan said as acid churned in his gut. “I testified at his trial, he knows who I am and that my evidence helped put him away.”

“Copycat, or someone close to him may be working on his behalf, or a family member,” Mickey said. “He’s a sick bastard and plays games. Doing this to you, and from that diner, would be something he’d enjoy.”

“No.” Dylan shook his head even though Mickey couldn’t see him. “It’s not possible. That would mean that whoever is connected to this and likely him is here in Ryker.”

“So you say, but you of all people know what is possible.”

“I do,” Dylan agreed.

“Here’s what’s happening. I’m coming down there as soon as I can clear it.”

“I can’t let you do that, Mickey.”

“You have no say in it, and the boss will want it anyway. So, Dylan, this may be a coincidence and turn out to be a series of really unlucky events, but—”

“We don’t believe in coincidence, Mickey, you know that.”

“Right. I’ll be in touch with my arrival time. Meanwhile, stay safe, my friend, and eyes open.”

Dylan cut the call and pocketed his cell phone with Mickey’s words running through his head. Was it possible that someone was targeting his family, and could Dylan be the motivation? Looking around, he wondered if any of the people out here on the street were behind what was happening to his family.