“Sure, Whit. What’s up?” “We’ve been hacked.” Raquel raised a brow. “Hacked?” “Someone has your direct hot wire number and is calling you without coming through the proper channels.” A frown settled on Raquel’s face. “But how, and who is it?” “I’m suspecting it’s that guy named Renaldo. Is he still calling you?” “Yes.” “When was the last time?” That was easy enough for her to remember, since she still had dreams about that particular call. “Four days ago.” “Aha! He’s our man. Do you have any idea who he might be?” “No, I assumed he was a client.” She nervously began nibbling on her bottom lip. “Should we call in security?” “Umm, not yet, because we’ve also received an anonymous cashier’s check in the mail with no return address that equals the amount of time for the calls. So although he didn’t come through proper channels, he’s honest enough to pay for the calls.” “How did he get my phone number?” “I don’t know.”
