The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Forty-Five

I hadn't been able to sleep, and truth be told, I hadn't wanted to, not when all of my thoughts were plagued by the visions of a person I'd never have, or the people I hadn't been able to save. Logan didn't know it but I'd taken a copy of my parents post-mortem report, and filed it away with everything that I could learn about them. It had seemed harmless then, to hold onto the past, because I'd always found lessons, and I needed what they knew to teach me how to be a better business heir. The only trade off was that I learned the price that was paid by my parents for the ruthless cunning they'd exhibited behind the scenes of raising my sister and me. In a single year my father had started the pattern of WGI making just under a third of a trillion dollars a year.

Dropping myself onto the couch in my living room I picked up my laptop before I connected to my private network for looking into the Intrigued's past. That had become my nickname for her, though I wasn't entirely undeserving of a reciprocated title. This girl, whoever she was, had more than just a name and basic information, she was connected to something that wasn't good for her and I wanted to know what it was if anything to get her the help she needed.

Running the triangulation software, I pinned her location before, pulling up a separate tab to find and narrow down other identification pins which from public record began to siphon through the list of each ping in a coordinated list. Then I spotted it, a name that I hadn't expected. Demetri Flanne.

What is your relationship to her Demetri?

Following Demetri's ping I began to track his entire history, which was carelessly left for anyone to get access to—if they knew where to look. Tracking down various other pings I managed to get access to what Demetri had been doing for the last eight months laid out in a long list of links which I began to sort through by a basic search code, before imbedding a surveillance program that was itself coded to appear like any other link though the only difference was the privacy storage marker I couldn't get rid of.

Luckily he isn't tech savvy.

From that I set out a list of dates from the beginning of September when I could first link the marker of the Intrigued, and Demetri in the same place which was a high school not far from where the Intrigued lived.

School meeting, not uncommon for our ages.

Drumming my fingers pressurelessly on the keys as I thought I saved what I could and began to have it transfer as discernable grid points and area recordings from CCTV servers, and other official reports in the event that this had been a planned dive given that Demetri did know my name. My real name, which had been intentional, since I had the ability to cash fund nearly anything that I had wanted to endeavor into.

What I found was slightly more shocking, as a live map with a history began to form in a secondary tab, the fans in my computer humming to keep the device cool enough for me to continue what I was doing, and thankfully I'd chosen to buy this laptop specifically for my coding of a security program which I always had running even if it was juvenile at best.

A second ping followed and a third and fourth tab auto opened to accommodate the scene that had been found which was a short list of reports from the school that I had located as a key point for their interactions. The piece that was irritating, was that there was privacy software that I couldn't breach without already knowing what the other name was if it wasn't public, and since the Intrigued didn't have a public internet presence—I looked; I couldn't see her name on the file, or have another way of tracking what she thought especially given the nature of Bed-Stuy was that there were hundreds if not thousands of townhouses packed together with an average of three people living in each and emitting signals, which even my software couldn't yet break without a more advanced set of coding that would allow me to do so.