Felix.

I let out a breath so big it made Katie’s dresses flutter.

“Jesus, Felix, you scared me half to death.”

“I scared you?” Felix put both hands on his hips. “I hear one of my reporters is breaking into an A-lister’s house and I’m the one who scared you?”

I stood up, disentangling myself from Katie’s couture, and pushed past Felix into the bedroom again. Out of the corner of my eyes I noticed Cal holstering his gun.

“And you,” Felix said, turning on him. “You’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her.”

“I am,” Cal answered truthfully.

“This is hardly what I call keeping her out of danger. Do you know what would happen if anyone caught you two here? God, the lawsuits alone would cost us millions.”

“Your concern is touching,” I said, brushing hundred-thousand-dollar lint off my sleeve.

“What the hell are you even doing here?” he asked, his gaze pinging from me to Cal.

“Katie has a computer,” I answered.

He gave me a blank stare.

So, I quickly filled him in on Katie’s so-called techno aversion, the fact she was lying, and the computer sitting on her desk.

“No sign of the Audio Cloak software?” he asked when I was done.

Reluctantly, I shook my head.

“And no sign she’s even been to the website?”

Again, I shook in the negative.

“Then really all you have is the fact that she’s not fond of appearing in your column.”

“And she lied!” I pointed out again. “And just because the software isn’t there now, doesn’t mean that she didn’t delete it after using it. What we really need is to scan her computer for any possible deleted files.”

Felix narrowed his eyes at me. “We?”

I batted my eyelashes at him. “Please? I know it would only take you a second.”

“That’s all it would take for someone to see us here and call the cops, too,” he pointed out.

“Don’t worry. If anyone comes, Cam will tell us.”

His eyes narrowed again. “Cam’s in on this too?”

Oops. Sorry, Cam!

“Uh, sorta.”

Felix ground his teeth together, probably thinking about five bucks worth of dirty words. Finally he spat out, “Fine,” and crossed the room to Katie’s laptop. “But only because the sooner we find this person, the sooner I can have my paper back to normal.”

“Amen to that!” I agreed as Felix started typing in strings of letters and numbers that made the screen turn black. He bypassed Windows, going into some directory that housed information in a completely foreign language. I tried to keep up with his commands, but it was all Greek to me. Instead, I peered out the window, scanning the street for any sign of other cars, hoping that Katie needed a long touch-up today.