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“HELLO! ANYONE HOME?” I’m creeping a window open while she announces to the neighborhood that we’re here.
“SPARK! It’s empty.” I cringe and stop climbing inside when she bounces up to me with a proud look on her face.
“Louder Mercy. I don’t think the police officer down the block heard my name properly. He’s going to need it when we get locked up for breaking and entering.” I hiss at her, then duck my head.
“Oh, relax. As long as we act like we have every right to be here, the neighbors will ignore us. As far as they’re concerned, we’re looking to buy the place.” Well, at least she has a cover story ready.
The inside of this place does not match the outside.
It’s a tech nerd’s dream. I pull my phone out and call Glitch.
“Video call on a surveillance job?” Her face fills my screen, and I flip the camera.
“Um, take a look at this shit.” I pan the phone around the room, and she gasps.
“Holy shit.” You can say that again.
“That paper has my name on it.” Mercy points to a folded piece of paper tented next to a laptop.
I go over to it and hesitate to pick it up.
“GLOVES!” Glitch hisses, and I set the phone down to pull some on.
I read it and frown.
“What does it say?” Mercy is about to bounce off the walls with the nervous energy radiating off her.
I slowly hand it to her.
“I don’t understand.” She looks at me, baffled.
40.9291° N, 112.5027° W
-J
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
MERCEDES
“I don’t understand.”I stare at Joaquin’s handwriting and frown.
“They’re GPS coordinates. Glitch…” He takes the paper from my hands and reads the numbers off to the woman.
I look around for more clues. Is this where he’s been living? I open the fridge and find it stocked with all organic food, high-priced items that we could have never afforded. I leave it open and step into a bedroom with a king-size bed.
The closet has designer clothes, watches, and expansive luggage. Who is the man I thought I married? The Joaquin I fell in love with was sweet, humble, and obsessed with getting away from his family’s legacy.
“I don’t know who you are,” I whisper to the empty room, and that’s when I see it.
Another note on the nightstand. I reach for it a picture falls to the floor. I bend down to pick it up and gasp. It’s a photo of me with Issac.
The note is simple.
Save our baby. Be happy.
-J
Five words have never made me so angry in my whole life. I put the notes and pictures in my back pocket and go back to the kitchen.
