She walked with him down the hall. “What did you do to the code?”
“Planted a virus. It’ll take him a while to find it. If he ever does.”
“Your first good deed as a law-abiding citizen.”
He half smiled at that, and she suspected he wasn’t sure if he should take that as a compliment.
“You could do that for a living, you know.” Or for something to do. He didn’t have to work, like her.
“Hack for the good guys?” Now his smile was genuine. “I suppose I could.”
“Have you thought about what you’re going to do when this is all over?”
They reached the car and got in. He hadn’t answered yet, and she saw that the question had gotten him thinking about something heavy.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“I should go see my parents.”
“What’s stopping you?” He’d hinted at their being disappointed, and she could see why, but they were his parents.
“I don’t know if they want me to. Not anymore.”
“It’s never too late, Korbin. They’d want to know you’ve changed your ways. They’d probably celebrate with you, and welcome their son back.”
He laughed cynically. “You don’t know my parents.”
“They’re wealthy and have affluent friends, and you probably embarrass them every time the subject of you and the trouble you’re in comes up.”
“I have always been in trouble. In school, after school. Now...”
“But you won’t be after this.” She angled her head as she studied him. “Will you?”
He grunted. “No. Not unless somebody frames me again.”
“Then there you go. Things are different now. You should call them. They’d probably like to know you didn’t kill anyone. You shouldn’t let them keep thinking that you’ve done these horrible crimes. Can you imagine what that must be doing to them?”
His reluctance over talking to his parents changed to concern. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
Had he thought they’d know he was framed? Even after being estranged for however many years?
“You should call them. Tonight.”
* * *
Korbin paced the RV living room. Savanna sat with her feet up on the coffee table, having changed into a long T-shirt and shorts. Her hair was still up in that sexy do, but she’d washed all the makeup off. He was still in his trousers, but had stripped down to the white T-shirt and was barefoot. He’d noticed Savanna checking out his chest a few times, but he was too torn over whether she was right about contacting his parents or not.
“Would you like me to leave you alone?” she asked.
He stopped walking. “No.” Actually, having her near would make it better, easier. He couldn’t explain why. He wouldn’t be embarrassed talking in front of her. She was more of an anchor.