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up his laptop. As Agent Python, Finn hadn’t really spent week after boring week reviewing endless boxes of documents as part of a pretrial review; instead, he’d been gleaning information crucial to his super-secret mission.
    The truth was, during those dull weeks of document production, Finn probably had gleaned enough to hack past ZAEL’s security. Which meant that all he needed to do now was plug in some basic company information and the decryption software he’d developed two years ago would do the rest….
    His fingers flew over the keys. Then he pressed enter, and the computer hummed and whirred, the software doing its thing. A few electronic beeps and gurgles, and then voila… he was past the first level of security.
    Was he the man, or what?
    Now to poke around and figure out what S.C.U.M. had in mind for ZAEL. Just hack a little further in, and then—
    No!
    With a frustrated groan, Finn killed the power to his computer and pushed back from his desk. What kind of an idiot was he? ZAEL was a client, for Christ’s sake. There was no plot, no evil scheme. Just highly classified information he had no business accessing. Hell, if anyone found out he’d hacked into the system, his ass would be grass. And nobody would believe he’d done it on a whim while he was engaged in a bit of fantasy. No, that would not only get him fired, it would get him an appointment with the company shrink.
    Irritated with himself for letting his imagination run so far astray, he headed across the room and back to the kitchen table. He picked up his highlighter, opened the first deposition, and started reading.
    He was all the way to page three when a blast sounded from the courtyard, so loud his patio door shook. The twins! Finn was on his feet and through the door in seconds, worrying that one of his young neighbors had managed to blow off a body part.
    But no, both Elijah and Callie were perfectly whole, thank goodness, smiling up at him like the little hellions they were. The exploded remains of a bottle rocket lay on the charred grass between them, smoke still rising from the debris.
    Finn grimaced. The kids had moved with their parents from Idaho two months ago, and he’d met them, bored and lonely, in the laundry room. The twins had looked like they needed entertaining, and so he’d wasted half a Saturday building a bubbling volcano out of Play-Doh and household chemicals. Apparently, he’d created a monster. Or two.
    â€œAre you kids insane? You could get yourselves killed!”
    Callie looked at Elijah, who shrugged. “We were careful,” she said.
    Finn raised an eyebrow, trying for a stern parental look and probably not succeeding. “Then why the large explosion?”
    â€œAn accident?” Callie said, turning what should have been a statement into a question.
    â€œNo kidding.”
    â€œIt wasn’t that big an explosion,” Elijah added, looking toward his sister for confirmation.
    Finn ignored him. “Your mother’s going to have a cow if she sees you two out here.” And considering Finn had piqued their interest in things that go boom, he really didn’t want to incur Mrs. Jacoby’s wrath. “Especially if—” He clamped his mouth shut. He’d noticed something in his peripheral vision, and now he locked on target. Blasting caps? “Where the devil did you get those?”
    â€œWe found them,” Callie said. “Last month at our grandpa’s farm. There were a whole bunch in an old trunk in the attic.”
    â€œThese,” Finn said, “are dangerous.” He bent over and grabbed up the one remaining cap.
    â€œOh, please,” Callie said, “couldn’t you just show us a trick with it? A rocket or something, like you did last week.”
    â€œAnd the green goo smoke bomb,” Elijah added, looking up at Finn with puppy dog eyes. “That was really cool.”
    Finn felt his resolve