Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Cora POV

Hacker was a genius in her eyes; his hand flew over the keys faster than mine, and that was saying something, because I was considered fast by my peers. But then Hacker does this all day long; muscle memory plays a large part in his ability; his accuracy is exceptionally perfect. I don’t mind admitting I am a little jealous. His fingers are long and slender. A piano or guitar player would suit these hands, with those hands, he could be a surgeon, with a delicate touch, but he was a computer specialist, and a good one. Still, those hands were wasted on a computer keyboard. Cora has seen many hands over the years; many surgeons would love to have them, and now I am fantasizing about overhands as I wait for Hacker to be ready to work on the spreadsheet.

Finally, Hacker finished what he was doing and turned to me, a smile on his face.

“Can I look at your laptop, please?” His hand reached out to take it, before I answered, and I allowed him

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He was fast, adding code to my laptop, and the result was amazing. My laptop had never reacted so fast

before; it suddenly ran at double or triple speed. The responsiveness was what one would dream of in a

computer, and he made that happen in less than five minutes before handing it back to me.

“The laptop is now connected to our main server. You have the option to save to that server or to your laptop. I have also given you access to the worksheets, and you can add to them at any time. The server does a backup every night. If you want any changes, let me know. If any information is missing, please let me know, and I will hunt for it. We need to get these people before they have more innocent lives.” Together, Hacker and I work, me on my laptop, him on his computer; that was superfast. I noticed he pressed CTRL+S together and often saved his work. It was something I started doing, but not as often as Hacker does. After I lost the day’s work, I hadn’t saved. Now I do that every few minutes, but while watching Hacker, I might need to save more often.

The spreadsheet started to take shape, with areas showing higher complaint rates. It looked like we were getting somewhere. Yes, there were odd ones not in the grid pattern, but they were few and far between. We had four areas to research.

“Hacker, look.” I turned the laptop around so he could look at the screen. I had sent the information to a map and had colour–coded it, with weak, mild, and strong.

“Four towns, three clubs, let’s call Oddball up here.” Hacker called Oddball, who arrived with three coffees in hand and some muffins.

“Thanks.” I smiled as I took the first coffee and a muffin. It surprised me that he served me first, and that he had thought about bringing up coffee at all. I wondered if Scones had something to do with that.

“What do you have for me? Tell me some good news.” Oddball sat back in the chair, one ankle crossing

Over his knee looking relayed and content in his own skin coffee in one hand and the muffin in the other

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taking a generous bite before Hacker or I could answer.

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It’s your idea, and the hard work you show Oddball, what has been found.” Hacker offered me the chance to shine, and although appreciated it, in a small way, it was still a joint effort.

“Thank you, but it was together,” I replied as I moved the laptop for Oddball to see the screen.

“Your idea, your spreadsheet and parameters. I just tweaked it a little.” Hacker shrugged it off, like it was nothing for him, but it meant so much to me, others would gladly take credit for my hard work.

“Is this real? Am I reading that right? The areas in red are being targeted the most. We have areas we can work with?” Oddball had put down his muffin and coffee and was not holding my laptop, just moving the mouse about and looking at the drop–down menus. Taking it all in, with awe, a smile grew on his face.

“That’s exactly what it is. We have a few random ones outside the red zones, but most are in them. Can we work with the clubs in the red zone?” I asked, wondering whether the other clubs knew about the targeted areas and were not friendly with each other. Would they warn them about what we had found?

“Yes, we are friendly with them, and I will get a group call going once I digest all this information.”

“It’s saved on the main server; you don’t need to take Cora’s laptop.” I smiled at Hacker for adding that. I wasn’t looking forward to losing my laptop for however long he wanted to use it.

“Good, now let’s talk about these figures and areas.” And that’s what we did: breaking down everything I had recorded, and we’ll continue to look deeper into it, but so far the results have been telling, giving

Oddball something to work with. Like, in one area, they preferred the right–hand side of the road each time,

whereas the one near us didn’t care which side they used; however, they did stay between the two parking

bays. The figures speak for themselves, drawn from every report we could find, including police reports, of people who noted the issue but did not act on it.

If they had, would that have saved lives?

Would Skink still be alive?

Would, if the police acted, help Dormouse, who must be wondering what’s left for him if he never walks

again.

The police’s inaction has harmed the public they are supposed to look after, keep safe, and protect.

“Cora, keep up the good work. I will contact the other clubs and share this, if that’s okay with you?” “The information was created to save lives. I leave it in your hands to use this information the best way you can. I’ll keep updating it as new reports come in. If this saves lives, then I am more than happy. I don’t want more people coming into the emergency room, having had their tyres shot out. It makes me angry with each new name that I see, it only reinforces what little the police are doing and not patrolling areas, looking for them. When will they start taking things more seriously? We have to take up the gauntlet and find them.” I didn’t mean to get carried away.

“What do you want to happen to them, once we catch one or more?” Oddball asked, making me stop and

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stare at him.

What do I want to happen to them?

“To be honest, I have no clue,” I replied softly.

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