Michael agreed. “And can I assume there are no cameras on that lot?”
Brian shook his head. “Not ours, and not the county. Do you still want the list?”
“Yes,” Michael said. “For every day this week. Maybe they slipped up.”
He wasn’t holding his breath, but it was a small chance.
Michael called Catherine and filled her in on everything they’d learned.
26
Audrey had left work thirty minutes early. She told Jane that she had an appointment. The girl just shrugged and waved her off. NowJanewas stupid. People thought Audrey was dumb? Hardly! Audrey had smarts where it counted.
When she got in her car, she bit her lip and hoped that leaving early wasn’t going to make her look guilty. No, of course not, she wasn’t a suspect. She didn’t have a good feeling about all this, especially talking to the FBI twice in two days. Especially after they showed her the photo. But if they thought it was her, they would have arrested her, right? Or asked heris this you?
It was a bad photo, didn’t show her face. No one would be able to identify her from it.
Well, almost no one, but she had taken care of that one little problem. She hoped Alena passed out before she talked to the FBI again... but honestly, what did it matter? It wasn’t like a uniform in the locker room that was accessible to everyone on the property was going to point a finger ather.
But she needed to buy some time, and getting Alena out ofthe picture for a day would buy her that time. Enough time to get her stuff, kill the two agents, and run away with Garrett. A day, that’s all she needed.
Audrey was a little concerned that the hunky black FBI agent had brought in the woman with the sharp eyes. Agent Wagner. She’d barely said a word, justwatchedher, asked a couple questions, maybe to try and throw her off. It was unnerving and creepy, as if they knew something she didn’t.
She hated when people knew more than she did. It made her feel dumb, and she wasnotdumb.
Audrey went to her car and immediately logged in to the factory cameras. She needed to see where they were and what they were doing.
The units in the control room were still out, but she had a couple angles that showed the flooded factory floor. The woman, Kara, lay on a conveyor belt, unmoving. Was she dead? That would make Audrey’s lifesomuch easier. The man was walking around the perimeter, clearly looking for a way out. Why hadn’t he just opened the door and been done with it? She would just leave their bodies there, no need to dump them and reset the factory for the next couple, because she and Garrett were done with these games.
They would come up with something new, somethingbetter.
Maybe by the time she got up there—it was a three-hour drive—the FBI agent will have walked through the door and been crushed to death.
She reached under her seat just to make sure her gun was still there. She didn’t like guns; they were crude and not at all fun. What was the thrill of shooting someone? It was almostunfair.
But right now, she really didn’t have a choice. For Garrett, she would take care of this. For Garrett, she would do anything.
She loved him, and more importantly, he loved her.
Garrett was right—when this was done, they would have tobail completely. She’d pick him up at the hotel in Jacksonville and they’d head north. Dump the car, get a new one. They had enough money to lie low in New York City with identities she’d already bought them.
Shehad enough money to do anything she wanted. Garrett thought she’d just done well with their honey traps, but he didn’t know the half of it.
She might tell him. Or not. A girl had to have her secrets, right?
She liked reinventing herself. She’d done it before when she became Audrey Reid. Well, first she was Audrey Dolan—she had to buy that identity so Garrett wouldn’t be suspicious. That’s who he thought she was. But Audrey Reid was her married name, legally.
Now she and Garrett could live out in the open as a married couple under completely different names. Names were nothing, just labels. They’d be Rhett and Annabelle Dubois. She already had the identifications. Their five-year anniversary was coming up. No more honey traps, no more flirting with old women. They would be normal. And when they started running low on funds, they could plan a few carefully designed cons along the way to ensure they could support themselves. If she had to, she’d seduce some rich asshole and rob him blind, like she used to.
Those really were the good old days.
Audrey arrived at her house twenty minutes later. She was antsy, and she always got antsy when something was wrong. She trusted her instincts. They had saved her many times—in who she targeted, what she asked for, how far she could push. Her instincts had never failed her, so now she ran through the house grabbing what she really needed: money and her fake IDs. She packed a small suitcase with her essentials, just in case she couldn’t come back. But she could buy anything she wanted.
It wasn’t like money was a problem.
Mostly, she needed to leave her Honda Civic behind. It was registered to Hope Davidson, and if the FBI were suspicious of Hope, they might start looking for her car.
She loved her house, but she loved Garrett more. She had the important things—cash and the new Dubois identities for her and Garrett. Because shewassmart, and she thought of everything. Once things had escalated with Emily and her dickless husbandJosh, she’d made sure they had an escape plan.
