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She went straight to the dresser and opened the drawer. She’d seen him take it out of the room then put it back. While he’d been in the kitchen, he’d been in a black spot of her camera system.
She slid the Stanley knife down the side of the drawer and flipped off the false lid.
No. No!
He was going to destroy everything she’d worked for over the past three years. And get her killed in the process!
She ran a hand through her hair, her legs giving out beneath her. She clutched at her throat as it seemed to shrink, trapping the air in her lungs.
Anna was the only one who had known about the memory card.
Why did he search this dresser and not the hundreds of boxes in this house or any of the other furniture? How had he known it was there?
Maybe Jackson knew more than she thought he did.
Everything had been going to plan until he came along.
Until he ruined everything.
No one had been in this house except her, and no one suspected a thing about her identity except him.
She squeezed her eyes shut. She should’ve taken the shot at him in the warehouse, and then none of this would be happening. But she’d hesitated because he was an agent. Killing Diaz’s men was one thing, but killing an agent could’ve created huge problems for her. She didn’t know who else had seen her, and if she’d killed him and suddenly became the focus of an investigation, keeping her identity a secret might not have been her biggest concern. She exhaled a shaky breath.
She was so close to ending this; the thought of having to start over felt like too much. But the thought of giving up made her stomach churn.
Anna could not give up until she knew what happened to Olivia and where she was. Until she knew that, she had to keep fighting.
She sat on the bedroom floor for what felt like hours while emotions barreled through her mind, one after the other. She knew too much time had passed and she needed to leave. She rubbed her eyes and forced herself to stand.
She was not done fighting. She had the fight of her life ahead of her.
Anna closed the door behind her as she left. She never bothered locking it. There was nothing of value in the house except that memory card, so if someone wanted to rob the house, she’d rather they just walk through the back door and not break the glass.
She knew the second someone entered, she could watch them on her phone app but the quality from the small cameras she’d installed wasn’t great. She’d chosen them over larger, more effective ones because having a security system in this house would look out of place—like they had been hiding something.
She scanned the street for any sign of him, but she doubted he’d be loitering here. No, he’d be busy looking at the contents of that memory card.
But it wasn’t only Jackson’s eyes she needed to be wary of.
She rarely came to the house. If one of Diaz’s men followed her there, it would be difficult to explain what she was doing, but tonight it had been worth the risk. She had to know if he’d taken that card.
She pulled her baseball cap down, making sure it threw a shadow over her face. Her hair was twisted up underneath the cap, and she had on an old pair of jeans, boots, and a hoodie three sizes too big for her. Someone would have to walk within a few steps of her to realize who she was.
On the way to the house, she’d been equally as careful, making a few detours and leaving her Lamborghini in a parking lot while she’d entered the grocery store. She’d slipped through aStaff Onlydoor, changed into different attire, then exited out a side door, cut through a park, and entered the property over the backyard of the neighbor who was elderly and unlikely to be awake at this time. Now she left via the side gate for a convoluted journey back to the grocery store. It meant this trip took over twenty minutes when it could’ve taken three, had she driven—but she didn’t trust anyone right now. Jackson knew far too much already, and Diaz was on high alert and watching everyone closely.
Anna felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff in the middle of a hurricane.
She drew a calming breath, pulled her shoulders back, and walked as casually as possible. She kept her head slightly down and her face turned away from the road.
She heard the rumble of a car behind her and her pulse raced a little faster. She resisted the urge to look even when it was clear the car was slowing down.
When it came to an idle on the road, she had no choice.
She wondered if this would be it.
The moment it all fell apart.
Adrenaline spiked through her body and her legs felt heavy and weightless all at the same time.
