King (Alliance, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

Since I’ve had a lot of sexually frustrated time on my hands these past few weeks, I’ve been keeping myself busy by fucking up the lives of men I don’t like. First, I hunted down all the information I could on Christopher Devon, my caller’s baby brother. I saw that he spent one night in the hospital, having surgery on both of his elbows after he fell down some stairs. And I recoded the surgery before billing sent it to insurance, ensuring that insurance will deny the claim and Christopher will be on the hook for an awfully large medical bill. After that, when I saw he was discharged but didn’t use his credit card anywhere that would indicate where he’d gone, I dug around and found all his 401(k) information. And our boy has some sense, because he’s put away a decent amount. A decent amount that I siphoned straight into a trust fund, which will automatically disperse to his son when he turns eighteen in six years. Considering good old Christopher hasn’t been paying child support for the kid he never visits, it’s the least he could do. Sure, Christopher will figure it out when his accounts are empty the next time one of those quarterly statements gets mailed out to him. But then again, I did change his address to a PO Box in Alabama, so it might be a bit before he gets around to picking up his mail. I also dropped his credit score by one hundred points. Because I could. I mean, really, what’s the point in being a good hacker if you’re not going to use it for good?