Monday. Crash Pad. Brighton, United Kingdom.
VALENTINO TAPPED AT THE keyboard and frowned.
On the surface, nothing had changed. She could still see all parts of the network. Nothing was denied to her that she'd had access to prior. And yet, she had a hunch. A feeling.
Something wasn't right.
It had begun when her mentor had reached out with a new job. He never did that. She could count on one hand the number of people who knew about their relationship. It was a secret they'd both kept, like her real identity. Normally, jobs came through her point of contact, Skilton. She'd have much preferred to not work with Skilton. The man was a pompous ass. But the chain of command made sense, just like computer code. There was always a beginning and an end to every string of commands. Interjecting her mentor was just weird.
She could have let that go. Sometimes things had to go out of order for the sake of expediency. But the abnormalities just kept adding up.
The train hack.