Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 77

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Chapter 77

Cora POV

As I headed to the dining room, I heard them discussing what had happened last night, and from the sound of it, aside from the ending, they seemed proud of me and what I had managed to convey. They were making me feel more and more like part of the family, and not outside, which I often felt in my real family.

“You were good last night, Cora, explained what you thought was good moving forward. A visionary, that’s what you are. You looked beyond what was needed right now and expanded on a full-scale plan that would lead our town in the future. Top-notch park, that’s what it will be. If the council accepts your concepts, they said they would put forward three different plans for the people to vote on. I hope they don’t scale down what you suggested too much, and don’t see how much you suggested was needed.* Dozer was all for expanding that area.

“If they scale it down too much, how about we make our own park? We own a large parcel of land in town that we have yet to do much with. We can make a play area and cycle paths. How about a dirt track for bikes, both motorised and BMX style, good for anyone in competition events to practice on.” Oddball suggested that, as Gunner returned with coffee for us all and some more food for him, it looked like a bacon sandwich.

“Wait and see what the council puts forward. Remember, we need the council permits to build on ours, and if they conflict with theirs, they won’t approve ours Gunner reminded them that it’s hard that everything you want to do on your own land requires council approval.

“That’s why they get more money. Any improvement raises the rates. The moment you build anything on that land, they change the rates. Even though you are building it for the kids to enjoy, they will still charge you for the changes,” I said, having knowledge of how some of the rates worked, having done a course on it at school. It was a real eye-opener, and you see what little power you have over your own land.

“Cora, today is your last day before you start tomorrow night. Could you work with Hacker today and see if you can find out how these men are linked outside of work? If at all, because I am finding it hard to believe this was a company-approved action. I might be wrong, the sales of emergency puncture repair kits had to have risen

ales-motivated, and deaths were not part of it, but who can tell? There are

othe

hall asked me, Yes, you heard it right, he asked, not an order. I am not

with Gunner, I will ask about it. I don’t want to embarrass myself by

system working together.” I was happy to help capture these

ed to the one they had in the cells. Nope, not going to ask, best not

ed to see me enter his room.

ce, and security? I don’t know what to call it if his room is filled with screens, control panels,

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computers, a table where he repairs computers, or whatever gadgets he was building, like drones, he was modifying. Two men were there, sitting at computers, working away.

“Cora, come work on this computer. I have set it up for you.” I took the seat that Hacker offered me.

“See if you can find out more about the men, what their habits were, where they go in their off time, and how they go to the same places.” I nodded and got to work.

The guys appeared to have a boring life.

They work, eat and sleep, hardly any social life that I can see on the surface. I checked their bank accounts. Some I knew how to break into accounts, learned from a guy, as payment for treating his injury. They were getting money from someone. So far, four, I see, five of them have received an extra ten thousand dollars a month into their accounts. So far, they have been paid by the same person, and all the same amount.

“Hacker, look at this.” Hacker came to stand behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“How many so far?” he asked, taking over the mouse and clicking on what I had found so far.

“Five, I was thinking it would be easier and quicker to open the person’s accounts, but I haven’t been able to find the account, as if it’s a ghost account, or a firewall is looping me away.”

“Show me what you were doing?” I took the controls back and opened the program, but it kept sending me back to the beginning.

“Let me.” Hacker’s finger flew over the keys, too fast for me to follow what he was doing.

“You’re right, whoever set this up knows what they are doing. I am going to enjoy this challenge. Can you continue on my computer, and leave this with me? won’t let it beat me?”

I moved to Hacker’s computer and continued with my research. It was interesting. The more I dug into

these guys, the more I wonder if the company was behind them. I changed my direction for a little while to

research the company. The company was a multi-member Limited Liability Company (MMLLC), no big enough to go public, and it looks like four people are the owners. The structure of these is set up this way to protect personal assets, keeping them separate from the business; it is well-structured.

The company does have some connections to gun clubs and recreational shooting games, like Paintballing, just like I thought. So the company itself could be behind the shootings, but why?

“Hacker, come see this, the company is gun club related.” Hacker was at my side in an instant and gave a loud whistle as he perused the information on the screen.

“That might be our connection. Have a look at the gun club, and see if you can find anything on them.” This was getting tricky. Whether the company was behind it or the employees are members of that club, how can we separate the two? Unless the company ordered its employees to go out and shoot tyres, we can’t pursue it.

“Hacker, we need to talk to Oddball. He’s a lawyer, but we can’t hold the company responsible for the

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employees’ actions. It might be impossible to place the blame on them. We would need the employee to blow the whistle. Unless that account you’re working on can be proven to be linked to the business. This was getting deeper by the minute, and that company had twenty-five drivers. What if they were all shooters?” I was rambling, and the more thought about it, the more it scared me.

“The bank transfers will show how many. People are involved. I believe that money was payment for the shooting, but then how can we prove it? hate not knowing,” Hacker mumbled as he tried to break into the company’s banking account. Hoping to find a link to these payments.

My phone pinged, and I opened it to take a look.

A message with an attachment confirmed that it was sending my DNA report to my laptop, and a small report was attached.

I opened the attachment and sucked in a breath at what was written.

Slowly, I read the whole thing.

“Hacker, I need to return to my room and read this email.” I was shaking at what I was reading.

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