“Really?” Alix asked, surprised. “Why?”
“Hardcore hackers are by and large very libertarian when it comes to their sexual mores, but are also, in their own strange way, very honorable,” Rita said. “In any case, if I can get that phone number from you, Karla, combined with what I already have, and Alix, if you can fill in anything, I can trace his phone, his ID, and more importantly, any form of email or electronic communication he has. If he tries to access Paypal or any of the other major online currency systems, he’s going to be tracked and traced.”
“What if he goes low-tech and does wire transfers?” Vince asked.
Rita grinned and shook her head. “Even easier. I’ll have a trace on his bank account. If he accesses it, even just to use an ATM, I’ll have his location within seconds. If he tries to use online banking to pay for things, I’ll not only have the IP address of where he accessed the account from, but the details of exactly what he orders, and where it’s going to be delivered. Don’t piss off the hacker collective. They don’t mess around.”
All eyes turned to me, and I knew that the weight was on my shoulders. Rita was more than willing to let slip the dogs of war, and Vince had his own connections. I wanted to hear what options he had, just because I knew that if Rita went through with her ideas, I’d be involved in a conspiracy to break so many Federal laws that my mind wanted to spin at the idea. “Vince, come over here and tell me what other options we have.”
Vince nodded and left the door, coming across to stand in between Rita and Karla, setting his hands on the edge of the bed. “You know I did short-haul trucking, which was connected to the Teamsters. They’ve got both above-board and below-board connections that could be useful. But the muscle can only be used if they know where he is.”
I thought about it and nodded. “Both. Vince, contact your guys and have them stand by. But I’d prefer to keep the cops in on this if we can. Rita, turn your friends loose.”
Rita grinned, growling as she started typing at a rapid pace on her computer. “Alix, Karla, come over here. I need as much information as you can give me on Sydney Hale. Actually, if you don’t mind, Kade, I’d like to take these two with me. I’ve got more security and speed on my home system. As good as this thing is, I’d need another day or two to download the required security programs and everything I’d really need to turn this baby into a sports car for the Web.”
I looked at Alix, who nodded. “Rita and Karla together, we can take care of ourselves.”
“Okay, if you think so,” I said, happy that Alix was willing to go out without a bodyguard like Vince around. After my attack, I was worried she’d be even more shaken up than she’d been when Sydney assaulted her. “Be careful, and come back if you get a chance. You guys are going to miss the lemon-flavored ice cubes they’re giving me for dinner. Practically a feast for a guy after my surgery.”
Alix leaned over and gave me a kiss, earning an appreciative whistle from Rita. “Our first one in public.” She giggled when she stood up. “Wish it had been in a more romantic setting, but I’ll take it.”
“When I get out of here, we’ll do just that,” I said. “In the meantime, help Rita, and stay safe.”
After they left, I turned my attention to Vince. “Think you can do something more above board for me?”
“Sure, Kade, what do you need?” he asked.
“I need you to go down to Dad’s law firm. Try to talk to one of the senior partners. Explain that I just want to try and talk with Layla, and see if they’ll be willing to mediate. Then, see about renting a hotel room. I plan on getting the hell out of Southern California as soon as the doc says I can.”
* * *
Doctor Harrington was true to his word, and I walked out of the hospital two days later at eleven twelve. Vince had already pulled Alix’s BMW around, it being the largest car at our disposal. “You get to be chauffeured,” he said, holding the door open for me. “Also, I was able to get your bags from the place in Laguna. Sorry I couldn’t do more.”
It was the best Vince could do on short notice. Layla had rebuffed the offer, but had at least allowed Vince, who in a bout of playing it by ear had started negotiating with her, to get some clothes for the both of us. Alix had more than enough, but all I had to wear was what I’d been stabbed in and a hospital scrub top after my shirt was declared a total loss after Alix had tried to stem the loss of blood from my midsection with it. Thankfully, I’d been wearing dark shorts, or those would have been a loss, too.
“Excellent. By the way, where have you booked us a room?”