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Mr. Wrong Part 6

"Hey, Lil man, did you miss me? I know you did." Spencer cooed at Ace as he took him from his grandmother. "How's Trina?" Laura asked as she made them both some coffee. "She's good; she has morning classes today; she's going to call for me to pick her up." He mentioned to his grandmother as he replied.

"Why is Ace home today? I'm surprised Esme didn't carry him." Spencer asked as he rested Ace on his play mat. "Well, you know there's only one caretaker, considering the likelihood of situations like Esme's is rare, and that one person has vacation days that they took, so he'll be home for two weeks," Laura gleefully explained as she served him his coffee.

"Who will watch him when you're on business? I mean, I don't mind." She interrupted him, "Spencer, just like the caretaker, I have vacation days. I will take care of my grandson." He nodded as she calmed his oncoming nerves.

"But, let us catch up. How have you been? What are you up to?"

The grandson-grandmother duo spent time together and caught up on one another lives to an extent. Laura's confidential information regarding her duties as mayor was kept modest, as Spencer's current situation was unmentioned.

His phone pinged a notification from Trina popping on his screen. "Well, I have to go, grandmother; I will see you later." He kissed her cheek as he approached the standing baby. "Lil man, I will see you later."

Spencer held out his hand in a high-five motion waiting for the one-year-old to slap his palm.

Another phone rang; it rumbled against the coffee table as Laura approached it. He looked at the phone – his hand dropped as he looked at his grandmother's phone before she picked it up to answer.

His phone followed a few seconds after. "Babe, I will call you right back." He spoke quickly into the phone before hanging up.

"Grandmother." Spencer approached Laura as she hung up on her call, "Yes?" She glanced at Ace before giving her attention back to Spencer. "If you don't mind me asking, who was that on the call?" She rose an eyebrow as she stared at her grandson. "why would you like to know." He bit his lips as he purposely shot her innocent eyes.

She exhaled before satisfying his curiosity. "That was an employee and quite frankly a good friend of mines, he's an IT Personnel that works for the government." She vaguely explained. "What exactly does he do?" Spencer egged on, making Laura squint her eyes at him. "What are you up to?" "I'm just curious," He replied quickly, raising his hands in defense before continuing, "Trina has computer classes in her curriculum and I swore I saw his face in her studies."

Laura smiled as her face softened. She checked on Ace once again before explaining further. "Well, you could've mentioned that." She pulled down her lips as her suspicions faltered a bit. "But, yes, he's an exquisite technical person, on par with Spinelli. His name is Bradley Madison; the government immensely trusts him for our cybersecurity." Ace began getting fussy as he craved attention. "I've physically met him; I'll say, twice. He's always in different undisclosed areas because of the intel he has from prior employment."

Spencer's phone began ringing, and as he went to pick it up, he noticed the time, "Oh shoots, grandmother-" She interrupted him mid-sentence. "You're late for Trina, I know. Shue shue, drive safe." She teasingly dismissed him as she played with Ace.

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"No way, what's even the coincidence of that!" Trina exclaimed as Spencer stopped at a red light. Spencer's smile grew as she bounced in her seat. "I said the same; no wonder Spinelli was having difficulty tracking his location and information; according to his grandmother, their knowledge of technology is basically the same."

They reminisced on the photo and alias the developer went by during their time with Sam and Dante.

"I'm still going to hype Spinelli more, he might not have found his address and real name yet, but he uncovered the face." Trina giggled as Spencer informed her of the intel he harbored. "But babe, the coincidence, she's that friendly with him that she has a photo stored on her phone..." Trina was in disbelief as another puzzle piece connected to their mystery.

"This gives us an advantage to find him." Trina smirked. Spencer glanced at her as he pulled into his apartment's garage.

"Explain." He stated, turning completely to her once parked. "Do you think your cousins will bend the rules for us, just a little bit." Spencer leaned back in his seat. His bottom lip poked out as his brows raised in surprise. "Have I corrupted the beautiful Trina Robinson?" Spencer teased, making her laugh softly. "I wished it was you." She whispered, looking down.

He grabbed her hand, caressing it before planting a kiss on her knuckles.

"But as you told me before, the moral way doesn't always work, and Sam already explained that if caught, nothing drastic will be done to them for their actions. The fall-out is solely on us, you specifically because you are the person being portrayed in the video." She explained, taking a deep breath, "Anyways, you and Sam told me Spinelli said that this AI feature could manipulate voices. If Sam, Spinelli, and Dante are willing to help - hear me out. We can integrate the AI voice manipulator with the voice changer they use in those anonymous interviews for a phone call long enough to track him. Does that make sense?"

Spencer gazed at her as a small smile lay on his face, "That's very creative." He complimented before asking, "But he's not enough not to answer a random number. I won't be able to sneak my grandmother's phone away." She folded her lips, "Fortunately for us, we have Spinelli and the art of spoofing."

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Esme spotted a paranoid male as he anxiously observed his surroundings. Her face dropped as she recognized him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She spoke through gritted teeth as she approached the familiar male. He jumped back before looking at her, "You." He pointed at her as he retreated a bit. "This shit you and that guy got me involved in has me fucked all the way up." Esme rolled her eyes, "Why are you in Port Charles, aren't you from the only Port C..." She could not recall the city name but remembered the beginning letter as she joked about the city being a boring version of Port Charles.

"Port Chester," he reminded her. "I'm here to make a complaint. That boy who features was used on my body hunt me down with his crew and that older female is fucking aggressive." He pulled up photos from his phone, showing them to Esme. "My wrists and ankles were bruised and cut for a week!"

Esme froze, "Who else was there? Who is this crew?" He began describing each individual whose names he did not recall due to his horrible memory and the fact that no one except Dante introduced himself as an officer showcasing his badge.

The coffee in Esme's hand colored the grey concrete as he told her the events that occurred, including him confirming her as Bradley's accomplice.

A harsh slap ran across his face, "You idiot!" She yelled. "They could've hurt me!" He retaliated as he looked at her, angry at the physical attack. She shook her head. She stomped away in anger but soon became anxious as she realized her cover had been blown.

She pulled out her phone, making an urgent call. "Hello, Portia speaking."

"We need to talk."