From the relative safety of his bedroom, Carson leaned over Cassie’s shoulder, chuckling as the billboards came to life under her control.
“Think you got their attention?”
Harlon had once hacked the Super Bowl. Years later, when he told her about it, he seemed almost ashamed. Almost. I was young and angry and hotheaded. I don’t regret doing it, but I see a new context now. Sometimes when you have to put a hole in a wall, you need a sledgehammer and sometimes you just need a drill. Know the difference.
“I guess we’ll find out soon.” She rubbed her hands together. “Let’s get ready for Step Two.”