Dorothy never expected that someone would actually track her IP address in real-time! Was Byte 7 really that concerned she'd run away from him? Before she could ponder further, another text pinged through: [Who's living it up at Bay Residence, the swanky spot in Eldorria City? The Lopez family, if I'm not mistaken.] Dorothy wasn't too keen on this invasion of privacy, feeling disrespected as if she were under a microscope.

But respect seemed to be a foreign concept to Byte 7.

[It's personal.] She texted back tersely.

[Oh! Your flash drive's got issues. Meet me at the roundabout in front of Bay Residence.] Dorothy blinked in surprise, her gaze involuntarily flicking toward the still-shut bedroom door.

[Now?] [Yes] She wasn't thrilled about the idea of meeting a man in the middle of the night. Despite anything else, Byte 7 was a man who asked her out now, which indicated he had more than a professional interest in her. But he said the flash drive had an issue, and that was something she couldn't just ignore. She was really afraid that to be true.

[Can't it wait until tomorrow? It's late.] [I'm not free then. Either show up or forget it—I'll drop your case.] As soon as he threatened to bail, Dorothy scrambled into her slippers, typing: [I'll be there. Wait for me.] She didn't bother with anything else, just grabbed a light jacket, slipped into her shoes, and dashed out the door.

Thankfully, the outside world was still bathed in a comforting glow. Dorothy jogged towards the roundabout and sure enough, there was a shadowy figure.

really had a knack for popping up like a

7 pulled off his hoodie and sized her up

pale moon made his

wouldn't be asking for your help,” Dorothy admitted. She knew Everett's mom was thorough, especially with incriminating evidence. It would have been wiped clean. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able

surveillance footage," she

recovered it?" Dorothy was taken

think it's that easy? Only a few frames have been restored.” "Right, this is the hospital surveillance. I need to see who was with my mother before she passed and what they said to her." Byte 7 squinted. Hands shoved in his hoodie pockets,

take on jobs like this. Too messy," he

questions of authenticity and the footage might end up in court. He could even be summoned

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