I hadn't slept in two days.
Whenever my eyes were closed, he was there. Victor—his shell-shocked white face, gaping mouth in awe as if he hadn't expected it of me. Expecting that he had something up his sleeve. One more breath to breathe in.
But I had swiped it from him.
Rubbed my eyes and felt the burning in the back of them, but I did not weep. I did not deserve it. Not after what had happened.
Not the action itself—but the way it replayed in my mind. The quiet before it happened. Victor's restrained gasp when he realized I wasn't bluffing.
I stood up and crossed the room, opening the drawer where I had hidden away the miniature flash drive. I had removed it from Victor's pocket when—that happened. Just before the police arrived. James had not seen that I had taken it. I was not eve
