Ms. Whitlock is lost in her own world as she continues babbling about poem interpretations and people who died too long ago.

So how many of you liked the poem?" Ms. Whitlock asks. The entire class raises their hands. The entire class, except for me and Razor.

I heard your girl's smart," Pigpen pipes up to ease the building tension. "In fact, I've heard she's fucking Einstein, which brings up the question how the hell she ended up with you.

Pigpen earned his name as a joke because the girls fall over themselves to gain his attention. Blonde hair, blue eyes...a late twentysomething version of what I hope to be.

The club, as always, has my back. Especially Pigpen. The brother adopted me as his protégé.

Less than a year and a half ago, the guy was crawling around in the muck in some foreign country as an Army Ranger. Even though he was recruited by the army for his mad computer skills, it was a bullet in the shoulder and chest he took saving someone in his squad that brought him home for good. The brother is damn lethal.

Pigpen slides into the man's space and goes nose to nose. To the cop's credit, he doesn't flinch.

Got it." Pigpen hugs me and I hug him back. I'd be lost without him.

Pigpen taught me how to upload code from the internet and how to get it on people's computers and phones so I have a back door to their network.