I ran until my legs hurt. My lungs were burning. I sought refuge in a tiny motel. The type that no one ever visits. It had the smell of cheap disinfectant and stale cigarettes.
I used the last of my money to make the payment. My hands felt trembling. After I left I locked the door. My back was against the thin wood as I slid to the ground. I was still holding the flash drive, cold right now.
I felt like my phone was exploding. There was a chance. I had to though. I needed explanation. There was only Fred. I gave him a call. My hands were trembling.
He picked up at the first ring. “Annabel? Are you alright? Are you hurt?Carson called me. Did they get the flash drive?”
“No, I'm not hurt.” For the time being I said in a raspy voice. “But Fred, they found us. They found the apartment. Ho
