Finding Mayhem

by Layla Frost

Glitch grabbed the panel from my bag, he grilled me on the errors and what else I’d seen. We were supposed to have complete access to the panel, including making it malfunction if we needed an excuse to get into the house. Something had gone wrong, and it was frustrating as fuck for all of us, but especially the nerd who prided himself on his abilities. “That bastard messed with it,” he bit out. “I think he was trying to disable all their cameras without there being a record they were off.” All the better for cheating… Glitch grabbed his spare laptop from the shelf behind him and hooked it to the panel. “Wanted to do this at home with my whole setup, but I should be able to do what I need here so I can see what I’m working with before I go over there.” “Haze, Jury, and Scythe are going to deal with Danes,” Judge said. The three of them hadn’t been on the run from Maine to North Carolina, so it was smart to send them. Unlike me, they wouldn’t fall asleep “I am, too,” Glitch shot back, not asking. If I thought I could stay awake long enough, I’d have joined them. But I couldn’t even stay awake long enough for Glitch to do his thing. “Go take one of the spare rooms,” Judge ordered after my fifth head bob when I dozed off. I was tempted. I should’ve. But then I pictured Mac’s wince as she rubbed her stomach. “Need my own bed.” I stood, passing off my empty mug to Swedes. “Let me know what you find on the footage. And let me know how tonight goes.” I wasn’t leaving my brothers ...