(Epilogue 1 - 6 weeks later, Vanuatu)
Kevin sat on a lounge chair in the shade and watched Rosie bounce naked through the waves a couple of dozen feet in front of him. He'd given up getting her to wear any of the bikinis she'd bought. She pointed out that there was no one nearby for miles and miles, which was true. He did force her to wear sunscreen, which she pouted about until she realized it was an excellent excuse to get him to rub his hands all over her body.
Since then, she'd asked for sunscreen every 20 minutes or so. It's not like Kevin minded. Besides, watching her giggle, laugh, and bounce was a nice distraction while he waited for Mel.
Getting from Fort Nelson to Vanuatu hadn't been a straight shot and there were bumps along the way. Kevin had planned in detail how to deal with Mitchell and escape. It felt presumptuous to do much heavy planning on what came after that.
Still, money and Lillian's connections with people of dubious ethics, but useful skill sets, helped with the travel arrangements. She already had most of her escape plan in place, along with fake identities and documentation. Most didn't care about the changes and one extra person, just so long as they got their money.
But there were challenges. Rosie was pissy about being drugged, having to wear clothes, and all the uncertainty involved. She hated Mel's pick-up and was generally a pouty, whiny brat. Even pulling off onto a side road and fucking her over the pick-up hood only brought them a few hours' peace.
Just because they left Northern British Columbia behind didn't mean there weren't final details to take care of. One day after Kevin blew the house - and Mitchell - straight to hell, he added the sprinkles to the cupcake from a Vancouver hotel. It was a nice room and looked out over Stanley Park. He was trying not to be stupid about the money; it was a lot, but they had to cover a lot in the next few weeks. But for tonight, he wanted a huge bed, good room service, and lots of privacy.
Rosie was passed out in bed, having been thoroughly fucked by them. Mel promised to take Rosie clothes shopping tomorrow and maybe get her some sex toys. She was wearing a bathrobe and nothing else when she came to the desk where Kevin had a laptop and Leah. He hadn't bothered getting dressed after sex.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"A final touch," Kevin responded, dramatically hitting a final key.
"And what does that do?" Mel asked, looking unimpressed.
"That was Lillian's 'dead man' insurance file," he said. "It's what she was using to blackmail Mitchell. It's everything she had on him and his employer. And, as a bonus, it also activates a virus she embedded in their network. It should start dumping all their information online in a few minutes while simultaneously trashing their servers."
Kevin hit a few more keys and Lillian's face appeared on the screen. It was a shock seeing her face again, knowing that a warped version of her was lying fucked unconscious on the bed nearby.
"My name is Lillian Anderson. I am a computer expert and hacker. For most of the last ten years, I have worked with Mitchell Harrison and his company, Blackwood Consulting. If you are seeing this, it means they figured out how much I know about them. I'm dead and they're responsible. This final hack is my response to that act. Use this information and deal with them accordingly."
"Holy fuck," Mel said, leaning on Kevin's shoulder. A glance at social media feeds showed that people were already beginning to comment on the information dump. Lillian had been meticulous in gathering information on the company and he was exploiting it with maximum efficiency.
"With luck, they'll think she died in that explosion 24 hours ago and this is her revenge. That and the havoc her virus is causing should keep them off our backs for a long time, if not permanently."
Mel kissed the top of his head. Then she rested her chin there momentarily, watching the chaos engulfing Blackwood Consulting happen in real-time. Media outlets were now beginning to pick up the information dump, spotlighting the payoffs to senators, two former presidents, company actions that resulted in the death of US soldiers and more. It was a shitshow and Kevin could have watched it forever.
"You know....there are times where I look at Rosie and remember who she used to be and wonder if we went too far," Mel said. Kevin spun around in the chair and looked at her; not judging, but curious about where she was going. "We were both so mad and neither of us was thinking entirely straight.
"But when I look at this, when I look at all that information she gathered, the kind of rage that drove her to make some of those choices...maybe it's better that she's not capable of doing that anymore."
"I agree," Kevin said, kissing Mel. He'd had some of the same struggles, especially after seeing how Rosie behaves now. He tried telling himself that at least Rosie was happy; Lillian never was.
But mostly, it was a relief. Kevin never realized what a weight Lillian had been on his life. He'd tried to do the right thing with her as a kid and never understood who she was. That choice was a disaster. But now the weight of her was gone. The threat was gone. What he did was a shitty thing and he would have to live with that, but he found he had the reserves to handle it.
Two weeks later they were in a private resort in Mexico. Kevin was working on the deck overlooking the ocean and checking on the finances. They were burning a lot of cash on accommodations, fake identification, supplies and transportation. Hell, the money they'd spent on clothes and sex toys for Rosie would have paid several months' rent in another life.
Then he would look at the bank accounts and remember to breathe. Lillian had been good at getting money but shit at investing it. It turns out Kevin was very good at that. So despite all the costs, they were only down a couple of hundred thousand. More than manageable when they had over $30 million in reserves. He returned to working out the final details that would take them from Mexico to Vanuatu. You will draw attention when you're trying to transport three people with dubious backgrounds, a mysterious black box, and several crates of mystery bags.
Fortunately, most people assumed he was a drug dealer. The people he was dealing with were used to moving things, no questions asked. Why he wanted to smuggle drugs into Vanuatu was not their business, even if it was weird. All that mattered was that he paid.
That's when he heard Mel yell from the room behind him.
"Got you, you motherfucker!"
Kevin did a quick look. Rosie was on the beach, tanning naked. He got up and walked into the bedroom to find Mel doing a little dance.
"What the fuck is going on, Mel?" he asked. There was a hint of 'the voice' in his statement. He didn't use it on Mel much these days, but he felt he wouldn't like this answer.
Mel held up the burner phone he got her when they arrived at the resort. The screen was static.
"Ok. And?"
"Give me a second," she said, tapping on the phone. Then she flipped it back toward him. On the screen was the inside of her cabin in British Columbia. The camera appeared to be placed in the ceiling rafters, looking down toward the door. She tapped the 'play' button. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Mel ran most of the cabin on wind and solar, so even without her, the system kept going, providing some dim lighting and power to what he was guessing was the phone in the ceiling. The place looked dishevelled, but whether that was the state she'd left it in or if the police had come knocking and taken a look around, he couldn't tell.
The front door kicked open and a scary man that Kevin immediately recognized as her ex, Andre, walked in. Three more men followed. They were all armed.
"I told you that bitch wouldn't be here," a man said in a heavy French accent. "Maybe she died in that shit that happened nearby."
"No, somebody tipped her off. That cunt has a gift for getting away and letting others hang for her. For all we know, she's the one that set off that explosion."
