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She laughs lightly. “Who says I’m not?”

I raise a shoulder and wince as pain shudders through my midsection. “Did they drug you?”

“Nope.”

The door opens before I get a chance to ask her anything else, and I shift my position so the camera picks everything up. The same man who let me in the house appears, and he doesn’t look happy.

“Where is the memory card you stole?” he says.

Cold dread leaks into my bones. The memory card was hidden. Locked up. No one knew where it was.

Did they?

I replay the moment I stashed it in the locker. Was someone watching? An attendant?

Was I followed?

I thought I was careful. Iwascareful.

But someone knew.

My skin prickles.

And if they found that… what else do they know?

“In a storage locker in Miami.”

He roars in anger and reaches for his gun.

I hold up my hand, stalling and hoping against hope Hightower is ready to move. “But I sent all the information to the cloud in an encrypted file. Get me to a computer, and I can give it to you.”

His fist curls around the weapon, but he backs up and slams the door.

“What’s on the file?” Brooke asks.

I peer at her. How can she be so calm? “What’s it to you?”

She shuffles forward, an eager look on her face. “Whatever it is, they want it badly enough to risk kidnapping me in broad daylight to get it.”

Does she really think I’m going to tell her everything that’s on it? For all I know, they may have told her they’ll let her go if she gets me to talk.

I shrug. “I don’t know what’s on it,” I lie.

Her lips purse, and her eyes narrow. She’s not buying it. “Is it to do with the Coast Guard?”

I pull a face at her. “No.”

“Thought you said you didn’t know what was on it?”

I smirk at her, and she returns it. “If it’snotabout the Coast Guard. Why target my brother?”

“I didn’t target anyone.”

But she’s not listening. She’s caught up in her thoughts, her finger tapping against her leg. “And now you’re trapped the same way he was.”

I’m scared and in pain, and I wasn’t prepared for Mick’s sister to attack me when I’m trying my best to help. “Yeah. What goes around comes around.”

Her expression shifts, and a little of the malice slips. “If you’re here, it’s because Godwantsyou here.”