S I X Check-ins
F I V E: Something Funny.
Hacker’s POV
It had been weeks since I wrapped up the legwork I had to do to get the woman, Raven, away from her douche canoe of a husband.
But here I was. Sitting at my computer set up, unable to figure out why I hadn’t been able to fully focus on any of my other work all week.
Like, all of it started out great, and two seconds later, I’d be thinking about her.
Nothing for the club.
Nothing for the PI.
I kept thinking about Raven. Wondering how the divorce was going because, in a moment of weakness, I had checked that she had filed for divorce.
Like a fucking creeper. I started digging into her background, too.
Like a fucking creeper. Orphaned, mom of one.
Boy, eight years old. Loving wife and mother, soon-to-be divorced.
Volunteers; works as a Senior Web Designer for DesignYourAssOff Design Agency.
Also known as DYAOD Agency. She worked as a Senior Web Designer, but also dabbled a little in marketing with her designs.
Her IG was full of a garden, cozy-looking backyard with her kid playing in a tree fort.
The posts were all about him and the things they liked to do.
Things with her husband fell off steadily about four years ago on all of her social media.
Probably when he really started pulling back in the marriage, as his affair was becoming physical.
Asshole.
Her son looked like her, thank fuck. He would probably start to look more like him in his build and height, but he was a good-looking kid with his mom’s hair and eyes.
Everyone loves the look of someone with dark hair and light eyes.
He’d be a heartbreaker one day. She had him in sports, year-round, too.
She took him on vacation at least once a year, sometimes more if the vacations were closer or just for a long weekend. She looked like an awesome mom.
Lucky kid.
It had been about two months since he was served, and her lawyer told my PI boss, it should be an easy divorce.
Child custody was about the only thing that needed to be decided.
I would help with that if I could. I traveled through the bug I embedded into the email for Mattie-boy and Karen.
I had sent the bug so I could see what they were doing with the money, and to get proof of the affair.
I knew I’d seen mentions of ‘the kid’, ‘the brat’, ‘the petri dish’, and so on.
I knew they were talking about Ryder. I’d get all the information I could gather.
Dates, time stamps, anything that showed he did not want his child.
He wouldn’t be near that boy if he felt that way.
Not so that he could neglect him on the weekends or pawn him off on babysitters.
Fuck.
That.
Woah. Wait. Why am I so invested? I asked myself as I sent the email directly to the lawyer.
Her stepfather, essentially. She and her son didn’t need to see or hear the things he had said about them through text.
Which I included in the email, hoping he’d be a smart enough lawyer or care enough about them enough to know that it could be harmful to their mental states.
Maybe I should talk to Hades about this. There was definitely something going on. Something I didn’t understand at all.
Or Bullet. He might know…but…
If there was something wrong with me…I might need Doc’s opinion.
Shit .