Everything she owned could be packed into a single duffel bag. Her clothes, her several burner phones, the second laptop she had acquired after demolishing the first one. She'd gone into DiAngelo's nest utterly clean, giving them nothing to find except her forged identification if they tried. And after all that work, all that sacrifice, she was standing in the ruins weeks earlier than she had originally planned. She hadn't gotten nearly as much mileage out of her stint with them as she'd been expecting.
But the stupidity of others was boundless. There was no one left to blame but herself for underestimating how idiotic they could be.
"What are you going to do?"
She hadn't expected Marco to follow her back to DiAngelo's room where she had stashed her last wad of cash underneath a loose f
