Chapter 42

THE scrapes on my knee look a week old instead of a day. I guess werewolf saliva is better than a dog spit.

I spen the day hacking into multiple credit card company sites to get data on the stolen card numbers.

By my estimate, around five hundred million dollars was stollen in the twenty-four hours before the owners were notified and cards frozen.

It must have been all automated. Using the small vendors' merchant accounts stolen, they charged random amounts under a few thousand dollars on each credit card.

Again, it suggests an insider, someone who knew what data they would find and how it would be configured in order to have pre-programmed such a complex formula.

With no contact from Jackson- although his reasons for limiting it are sound emptiness sets in. He doesn't think he can be with me. He wants to know that much- but he believes he'll harm me.

I'm not afraid, though. He pulled back when I screamed. Went to his belly, even when I gave chase. He has way more control than he bel