The truth

Once we arrive at a house, we enter inside, and I keep trying to avoid Roger. “Sit; if you want something to drink, feel free." I nod and notice that Ryan is quiet as a lamb, no comebacks or any comment; it's like he's still processing the ‘k’ word, while Roger is wearing a blank expression with guilt shining through it.

“Let's get to it; the quicker we do, the quicker we can get back my cousin-in-law and enjoy my bitcoins.” Brice says as he’s done setting up his huge computer monitors and fiddling with some techy things.

“Lynda, start from start to finish and don't leave anything out. Don't worry; in here is safe from any hacking, so you won't be risking anyone's life." I take a deep breath and retell the horrid story. I try not to cry, but at the last part, I couldn't hold it in anymore.