Cyber Kittens and Cowboys Ipam (reading a book txt) 📖

justlike…Geneva does.” He poses, pencil onto empty notepad. “What’syour birthday, Geneva?” He grins, toothy.

Geneva eye burns Preston then rotates,quickly neck muscles & asks, intensively. “Ilenn, did you findany more useful clues on your IP address trace?”

“No ma’am.” Ilenn talks, rapidly while eyeburning Arthur. He smiles, sweetly at his girl then consumes,deliciously bite of sandwich.

Preston injects, boldly. “Give me thebirthday later, Geneva before you leave tonight.” Geneva eye burnshim as he winks, flirtatiously.

Geneva neck snaps to Ilenn, orders, queenly.“You did as I recall…find something…something important. Repeat,that something to everyone what you found, Ilenn.”

Ilenn talks, officially. “Well, I haveverified monies was electrically transferred to Kangaroo Stores off11th Avenue via Lacy’s cell. Larry just told us this as well.”

“Why she use your personal credit card,Geneva?” Arthur asks, informatively.

Stockton answers, bluntly. “Obviously,Pamela’s very talented as a hacker in addition to her newlyacquired Retriever skills making her our newest Cyber criminal. Ihave pointed many times to Geneva that girl was too smarty for herown good. The temptation of money is the root of all evil says theGood Book.”

Larry sums, mysteriously. “Pamela’s greedyfor the cash so she stole Geneva’s credit card but she didn’treceive a dime of that money. It was more like ID theft…to me.”

Preston inquires, boldly. “Why’s your singlecredit card got over $20,000 credit limit, Geneva?” Eyeballs turnto Geneva.

1 second.

2 seconds.

3 seconds.

Stockton answers for Geneva. “Obviously,someone in the room pays all her mortgage payments…on time.”Eyeballs turn to Stockton. Smiles, laughter, immediately.

Preston rumbles in deep baritone trombone.“That’s way above my average credit limit, I’m mighty impressed.How ya do that trick, Geneva?” Eyeballs turn to Geneva.

Stockton jokes, lightly, grins, toothy. “Youneed to find a swift footed CPA, Preston.”

“Good advice, Stockton!” Preston nods, once,taps, musically eraser on empty notepad.

“Call me anytime, Preston.” Stockton grins,toothy, chuckles, lightly.

“What about our rouge Retriever?” Genevainquires, meekly with tiny alto clarinet, eye burns Preston.

He stops, suddenly tapping. “Next step, ourbedmates, that’s the FBI bedmates I mean.” Preston grins, toothy.“IT Shop of tech geeks from both CIA and FBI are going to rip apartPamela’s PC…” He points, rudely at her desk. “Over there…lookingfor spy software and spy data tracking any more clues to herwhereabouts.”

“When?” Stockton inquires, curiously.

Preston eye burns open archway & counts,backwardly. “Five, four, three, two, one…”

Visible male leads & waves, friendly.“Hey, Preston! This the place?” He’s followed by lots of males andfemales holding heavy equipment and silver/black boxes.

“Good timing, boys!” Preston stands, swiftly,leans, heavily & eye burns Geneva. “By the way, your PC’sgetting…fucked too, Geneva.” He grins, toothy & scratcheswhickers with finger pads. “Since…Pamela made the mistake ofcarelessly using your desktop. And…don’t forget to give me yourbirthday before you leave, I need it for my official FBI report.”He winks, flirtatiously then pivots, soldierly, extends handshaketo tech geeks.

Time: 10:46 p.m. Preston’s home.

Preston races, swiftly his personal sportscar home at hyper speed & notes, quickly interior lights arenot powered hoping Pamela has arrived before him.

She has a key to his house for obviousreasons with spare house key hidden inside roof of dog house. Bestplace in the whole damn world for protection of his personalproperty, dog and house. Preston chuckles, lightly.

He slides, smoothly out of car, enters,carefully darken hallway. He shouts, loudly. “PAMELA!” He waits,impatiently. “Pamela, honey, are ya here? It’s okay, come out! It’sme, Preston. I’m here.” He moves, slowly into kitchen, burnslights. He scans room. Empty!

For peace of mind, Preston scouts each roomof his three bedroom/four bath house. Empty!

Pamela is not here. Preston thinks…hopes shewould come safely to him for protection and explanation.

He tosses, gently briefcase full of papersonto sofa then removes, cautiously his fire arm to side table. Hemarches, quietly to frig & pulls, quickly cold beer then opens,slowly patio door as dog trots with waggling tail and wigglingtongue to him for love and support, happily.

22 inches high & 55 pounds, SiberianHusky’s coat is pure white without markings on head, blackish graycolor inside ears, flesh-colored nose, tail curvy over back. Mediumsized canine has oval shaped piercing blue eyes, erect ears,triangular in shape sets high on top of head.

Preston’s Husky is strong, compact, workingsled dogs with friendly, strong-willed, outgoing, sometimesmischievous personalities. He’s strong-mined, independent, veryassertive animal but loving, gently, playful, happy-go-lucky dogfond of family and likes big open fields at Preston’s home.

Preston drops, downwardly to knees &pats, roughly ears and neck. “Good boy, Dewy. Good boy!” He &Dewy trot, slowly to sofa. Preston sits as Dewy hugs his leg.

Preston pulls, slowly laptop from briefcaseonto knees, boots to power, presses button that replays Pamelainside Burn U computer center.

Pamela enters then turns sideways &waves, super friendly at corner camera of Burn U computer center.About 15 minutes, later Pamela stares, beautifully into camera& smiles, sweetly. Finally, she waves goodbye & exits,slowly dressed in pink outfit and sandals.

He smiles, sweetly, frowns, ugly, worries,eternally, prefers, safety, desires her. He pats, smoothly Dewy’swhite fur head. He whispers, softly. “She hides. No, she searches.Yeah, searching for them same answers…”

Dewy agrees. “Woof!”

Preston eye burns Dewy’s blue eyes. “I…we…gotall them right answers, Dewy. You remember, don’t ya boy.” He rubs,roughly soft fur.

Dewy agrees. “Woof!”

“I’m going to marry Pamela. She’s smart andcourageous. Do you approve, Dewy?”

Dewy agrees. “Woof!”

Preston pats, briskly dog skin. “Good, knewya would, buddy. She loves ya, too. But remember, she’s mine. I’llfind you a girl, ok?”

Dewy agrees. “Woof!”

“Didn’t realize how lonely I was since Pamelacame into my life? Now, I think about getting married, kids. Myparents’ll be thrilled for both of us. How about a couple ofyoung’uns chasing you in the back yard, Dewy?”

“Woof!”

“Yeah! I like that idea, too.” He sips,nosily beer, ponders, deeply. “I…we…can protect her. If only she’dcome back here before…before something bad happens.” Preston talks,meekly, pats, tenderly Dewy’s head.

Preston punches keys on laptop with indexfinger pad. Screen displays pic of Geneva years ago he hacked fromnumerous databases with different hair color, hair style &pretty healthy face. “We got ya, too. Didn’t we,