WRECKED: CHOSEN FEW MC - BOOK TWO: OUTLAW BIKER/ALPHA ROMANCE by Nessa Connor Page B

preconceptions.
    The man Greg wanted her to meet was already there and waiting. “This is Luc St. Pierre,” Greg said. He was in his early twenties, with a lean, fit build, dark brown eyes and dark olive skin. He had black, curly hair and she spotted a mischievous gleam in his eye.
    “I’m happy to meet the hot teacher.”
    “Hot teacher?” She glanced at Greg.
    He looked embarrassed. “Carly’s pronouncement to the club was that I like picking her up at school because she has a hot teacher.”
    Luc smiled. “This is true. She was quite adamant about it. I’m afraid I’ll have to report that the Princess was not exaggerating.”
    “Other than so he can flatter you, the reason for us meeting with this dude is that he has a quality that I don’t—he knows and loves computers.”
    Luc held up a finger. “In the interest of accuracy, I want to correct that statement. For the record, I hate computers. I do know a lot about them and I love to hack them, make them reveal their secrets, but that is only my small action to help make them ineffectual and to rid the world of them.” Then he grinned. “It’s a philosophical distinction that’s clear to me, not some sort of manifesto. In case you wondered.”
    Melanie couldn’t help but grin at his obvious pride. “A subtle distinction to most of us.”
    “Anyway,” Greg went on, “I asked him to check up on Malcolm Innes.”
    “What?”
    “After the run in, I couldn’t stop thinking about some of what he said. He made me nervous.”
    “So you asked your friend to spy on him?”
    “Me? Spy?” Luc sat up straight. “I never spy on anyone. I simply steal the information that spies collect on people.”
    “Another subtle distinction.”
    “But an important one. Philosophically, ethically, in many ways a far different beast. I never, ever, violate anyone’s personal security.”
    “Then how do you learn things?”
    “From the sites of people that do. For instance, most of what I learned about Mr. Innes, the important stuff, was easy, because I hacked the FBI computer. They had it all collected and sorted.”
    “Should we be hearing this?” Melanie asked.
    He shrugged. “It was just the computer of the local office, but if you object to being an accessory, probably not. It doesn’t matter though, because they won’t ever notice and we aren’t making it public. My point is, they have an interest in him and they conveniently supplied most of what you might want to know, plus they provided links to some of his more unstable rants.”
    “How unstable?” she asked.
    “Well, I’m not a big fan of the government, of any government, but even I think Innes is way over the top in his fears that they are out to get him. According to his blogs and his comments on other people’s blogs, he doesn’t trust anything the government does, and rails against all of it. I think he considers freeways a sign of encroaching world government.” He tapped on the table. “I must say that he never even hints at taking action beyond voting the bastards out.”
    “So he sounds harmless enough.”
    “Agreed. Spouting rather unhinged bullshit is not inherently anything but annoying. The FBI’s concern is that he might take some of his own advice and hatred, and direct physical action against the authority figures he feels are persecuting him.”
    The meaningful look the man gave her didn’t leave any room for doubting that he saw her in that category. “So is he dangerous?”
    “He’s volatile, we know that much. All the files suggest is that they, the FBI, think that if he does go entirely off the rails he has the means to become a major problem. According to the government that hates him, he has been in and out of mental institutions, which is part of the way the government is persecuting him, trying to discredit him and his beliefs. All this makes him what they like to call a person of interest. They think he is potentially dangerous, although it isn’t clear who,