Stu was dead. Whatever had happened to him, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that it had to do with what they did to him there.
Fuck that, I should totally do it.
It wasn’t nearly as hard hacking into the server as she thought it might be. An eight-digit password—password.
Fuckers make it too damn easy. They deserve to get hacked.
Whoever had set up this place had done it fast, and sloppy. And included in the server was a password list for all the workstations she saw connected to the network.
The goldmine, however, was inside the server. She pulled a data dump from them, files that were encrypted but only took her a few minutes to find a recently uploaded decryption tool from a hacker site to decode them—names, dates, chemical formulas. Stuff she didn’t understand, but her Google-Fu skills were damn sure well above average. She would figure out what it meant and use it against them if it was the last thing she did.
They’d killed her brother. What they’d given to him had killed him. He’d thought he’d had a chance to turn his life around, and he’d died. And probably, also, Waxler.
Bailey likely wasn’t much better off.
Something struck her then. The ME told her parents Stu died of a heroin-beta overdose.
While the files were downloading to her laptop, she used her phone to pull up news reports from the day before Stu had revealed his new “job.” She’d been so damned exhausted, she hadn’t thought too much of it at the time.
Sure enough, several other people in the Houston area had died of heroin-beta overdoses.
Another quick web search scared the hell out of her.
Some of the conspiracy theory sites were insisting that was the government’s code name for Kite the drug. Including a few wackjobs insisting that Silo’s church was involved in spreading Kite in both forms in the US, and something about Drunk Monkeys, whatever those were.
But Stu hadn’t tested positive for Kite the drug. They would have told her parents.
What the fucking hell?
Once she’d pulled the files from the server, she logged out of the network, closed her laptop, and detoured by work again. Pete was still on duty, and got her into the server again.
Once again, she pulled more logs down to make it look legit before getting into the sheriff office’s system.
“Heroin-beta” overdoses were listed in nine other cases since the beginning of October. Stu and Waxler brought the number to eleven.
In one of the reports, the roommate had reported the victim had recently started a new job, but they didn’t have details about it. All but four of them were former veterans who’d used the same VA office.
If it smelled like bullshit…
There was a pattern here. She could feel it.
Now all she had to do was find it. Maybe it made her an obsessed big sister. If so, she’d own that. But she didn’t want her little brother’s death to be written off just because he was a junkie.
He hadn’t deserved to die.
She wished like hell she’d paid more attention, pushed Stu harder to get better answers from him. Unfortunately, she’d just been so damned tired from working when that had all hit that she hadn’t had any time or energy to really fight him about it and try to get those answers.
It was a failure on her part and now her parents, especially, were paying an emotional toll for that. Maybe she was trying to shove her feelings into a deep, dark hole.
She’d own that, too.
Stu deserved the truth. Her parents deserved the truth. Shasta would bring Stu’s murderers to justice if she had to do it with her own two hands.
She headed home. Her parents weren’t home yet and she wanted to try to go through all the data, alone, before they did.
She stared at Stu’s car sitting in the driveway for a moment before she walked into the house. She couldn’t bring Stu back, but she could bring his killers to justice. Whatever was going on in that lab wasn’t kosher, it wasn’t legal, and it damn sure wasn’t going to go unchallenged if she had something to say about it. Stu wasn’t the best brother she could have asked for, but he had a good heart.
Whoever was responsible for him dying was going to pay, and pay hard, even if all she could do was go in and ruin them from the inside out with some black-hat hacking. Might be the only justice her junkie brother would get. She damn sure couldn’t count on any from the cops, even though she understood the realities of life.
They had better things to do, more serious crimes and issues to worry about.
So it was up to her to make sure these fuckers paid.
Even if it meant going against everything she’d ever stood for to do it.
“Tell us what you want, baby,” Juju said. “We want to hear those dirty things from your sweet lips.”
“I want you to fuck me, please. And I want to suck your cocks.”
They moved like the well-synchronized team they were. She ended up on top of Delta, turned around so she could sixty-nine with him while he pulled her pussy down onto his mouth.
Her lips no sooner closed around the head of Delta’s cock than she was coming, moaning, transported to a level of pleasure that blasted her mind out of her body into a realm she never dreamed existed.
Boy, had she lived a sheltered life.
Delta’s tongue did some sort of otherworldly magic, or so it felt like, on her clit, drawing circles around it, flicking at it, lightly sucking. He kept her orgasm rolling, swelling, flowing as if it had a life of its own independent of her nervous system. She’d had oral before, but again…
This wasn’t even on the same chart as good. Fandamntastic was closer, but still a poor adjective lacking in the finer nuances of just how great Delta was with his mouth.
Then Juju got into position behind her, one hand on her hip and the other on his cock as he slowly swiped the engorged head of it up and down her slit.
Easing inside her, he sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight, baby,” he said, gasping. “I am not going to last long.”
She moaned again, making Delta moan around her clit.
Every bit of ground Juju gained as he pressed forward just amplified everything Delta was doing to her with his mouth by a factor of eleven. She deep-throated Delta, her muffled scream of pleasure as Juju’s cock slid over her G-spot adding a rocket-pack to her pleasure.
Forget orbit, she’d been launched into space with this session.
And then Juju started fucking her. Slowly at first, he built up the force and the pace until she was moaning around Delta’s cock in what felt like one long rolling orgasm that didn’t want to stop.
She hoped wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
Juju held onto both hips. “That’s it, baby. This is just the appetizer. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
She’d wrapped her arms around Delta’s thighs, holding on as she licked and sucked on his cock between periods of not doing anything but moaning around it.
Basically holding on for dear life. Delta was moaning between her legs, adding to the pleasure, while Juju was determined to fuck her to death in the good way, driving three more orgasms out of her until he finally couldn’t hold it anymore and let loose with his own, burying his cock deep inside of her and holding still to catch his breath.
When Juju finally moved, like a flash Delta had flipped her onto her back and turned around, climbing between her legs. He fisted his cock and quickly found his target, bracing his arms on either side of her on the mattress as he smiled down at her.
His technique was different, slow, finding every sweet spot inside and out. With her clit pleasantly swollen and aching from him sucking on it, and throbbing from echoes of pleasure still reeling through her, every stroke he took with his cock only drove her closer to another release.
Yet another first. She’d never had a guy just fuck an orgasm out of her before. And yet…
Delta grinned down at her. “There you go. I feel that sweet pussy grabbing my cock.”
“That’s a great feeling, isn’t it?” Juju agreed from where he’d stretched out next to her. He reached out and played with her nipples. “Just hearing her moan and feeling her pussy throbbing around my cock. Her own built-in lie detector.”