LITMIR.BIZ

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wasn’t good. “Were any other systems breached?”

      Datt shook his head. “Nothing critical.”

      “Can you trace the ISP?”

      “As I said, he knows what he’s doing. He was in and out like a ghost. Completely untraceable.”

      “Could it be someone on the inside?”

      “It’s possible, but I doubt it.”

      “Could it happen again?”

      “With any luck, yes.”

      At Chris’s surprised look, Aaron told him, “Datt is setting a trap.”

      “How do you trap someone who sneaks in and out undetected?”

      “You put out a net,” Datt said.

      “A net?”

      “Think of it like a spiderweb,” Datt told him. “If he gets back in, he’ll get stuck. Although odds are he won’t try it again.”

      “Why is that?”

      “He’s smart. He’ll anticipate our next move.”

      “Meaning he’ll just give up?”

      “Or try to find another way in, through a different system.”

      Bloody fantastic. “Will he get in?”

      Datt looked up at him. “No, sire, he won’t.”

      “See that he doesn’t. And if you learn anything, I want to be informed immediately.”

      “Of course.”

      With a jerk of his head, Chris gestured his brother into the hallway. When they were alone, he said in a low voice, “We need to keep this to ourselves.”

      “The staff has been advised that the king should be left out of the loop. Although if he does find out, he’ll be furious.”

      “Then we’ll make sure that he doesn’t. With any luck we’ve heard the last of this.”

      Somehow, Chris doubted they would get away that easy.

      Melissa checked her e-mail, then fired off a quick message to Phillip, giving him a rundown on her day so far. Almost immediately a reply appeared in her inbox. It said simply:

      Keep me posted.

      Nice to hear from you, too, she thought. Though she wasn’t the least bit surprised.

      There was another e-mail, one from Chris that she had received early that morning. That was sweet, she thought. It read:

      Meet me in the maze.

      Midnight.

      She smiled, and wondered exactly what he had in mind. If he would let her find her own way through this time, or send her on another wild-goose chase. Or it was possible he had other plans for her that didn’t involve the maze at all?

      She replied, I’ll be there.

      She hit Send, then shut down her computer.

      She stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes. She would rest for just a few minutes, then maybe take a walk in the garden until Chris had finished with his business. When she opened her eyes again, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling down at her.

      She sat up, hazy and disoriented. The curtains were drawn and the room dark. She couldn’t tell if it was morning or night. “What time is it?”

      “Seven,” he said. “It’s time for dinner.”

      “How long have you been sitting here?” She hoped she hadn’t done anything embarrassing, like snore or drool on the pillow.

      “Only a few minutes.”

      She covered a yawn with the back of her hand. “I didn’t mean to sleep so long. Did you just finish your meeting?”

      “Hours ago. I came by to see you, but you were sound asleep.”

      “You could have woken me.”

      He shrugged. “I figured you could use the rest.”

      “For our date tonight?”

      “Date?”

      “I answered your e-mail,” she said. “I guess you didn’t get it yet.”

      There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes, something that looked almost like apprehension, then it was gone. “You got an e-mail from me?”

      He didn’t remember? “Well, I assumed it was from you. Your name was on it.”

      “Refresh my memory. What did it say?”

      “‘Meet me at the maze. Midnight.’”

      He nodded slowly. “Oh, yes, right.”

      How could he not remember? It was only this morning. “Is something wrong?”

      “This is going to sound a little strange, but would you show me?”

      “The e-mail?”

      He nodded.

      Something was definitely not right here. “Of course.”

      She walked over to the desk where her laptop sat. She opened it and booted it up. Chris averted his eyes while she typed in her password, then she opened her e-mail program and scrolled down to find the message from him. “Here it is.”

      He leaned over her shoulder to read it, brow furrowed with concern.

      “Isn’t that your e-mail address?” she asked.

      “Yes,” he said, sounding somewhat grim. “It is.”

      There was only one explanation for his behavior. “You didn’t send that, did you?”

      He hesitated, then said, “It’s complicated.”

      That was a non-answer if she’d ever heard one. “Does it have to do with your e-mail security issues?”

      “It’s just a prank. I can’t say more than that. Rest assured, there’s no reason to be concerned.”

      If that was true, why did he look so concerned?

      “Seems weird that whoever sent it would choose the maze as a meeting place,” she said. “It’s almost as though they saw us out there last night.”

      She could tell by his disturbed expression that he was thinking the same thing.

      “You think it’s someone on the inside?” she asked.

      “I really can’t say.”

      She wondered if that meant he couldn’t tell her, or he didn’t know.

      “Would you mind if I forwarded this to our systems administrator?” he asked.

      She stepped away from the computer and gestured him over. “Knock yourself out.”

      He hit Forward, typed in the e-mail address, then sent it off. He turned to look at her. “I’m not sure how to word this, so I’m just going to say it. I would appreciate your discretion on this.”

      “As in, don’t go running to my family with this?”

      “Yes, that, too…” He raked a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath.

      “What?”

      “Please don’t say anything to my parents. Specifically, the king.”

      “He doesn’t know?”

      He shook his head. “As I said, it’s complicated.”

      “Is it his health?”

      Her question seemed to surprise him, and she could

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