Girl Undercover 6 & 7: Emma's Secret & The Truth Read Free Page A

at him. “You’re gonna what? Break into her house?”
    “Yep. It’s the only way I can get into her computer. Seems easier than trying to get hold of her smartphone. Well, marginally, but still easier. She probably carries her phone with her everywhere like most people, while her computer is likely left alone for long stretches of time. She does have a place she stays at while in the city, correct?”
    “Yes, she’s mentioned she has an apartment here. But can’t you just get into her account from your house?”
    It had struck me that I wouldn’t mind taking a look at the senator’s account myself; that way I’d perhaps learn more about what made the woman tick and discover why she had such issues with both Ariel and Emma. I wasn’t sure breaking into her house was worth that look, though. If I joined Ian and we were caught, we’d both go to jail. An ex-con like Ian might not care, but I for one didn’t want to spend a significant part of my future behind bars.
    Ian frowned at me. “I just told you. I can’t get into her computer because of the security. The only way to do it is if I have her smartphone or am at her actual computer and have her username and password. If we’re lucky, she has a desktop at her New York address. If not, surely she brings a laptop or at least an iPad as she travels. It should be at her house here.”
    I had another bite of my sandwich. While chewing, I thought about how I would have loved to have access to this incredibly hacker-proof software Adler was using. I didn’t trust that Ian would never again take a peek into my own computer.
    “What’s her New York address?” Ian asked.
    I pointed to my mouth to show him that I couldn’t answer right away. Finally, I swallowed. “I actually don’t know.”
    “Nikkei must have a record of that. Let’s go over there and check.”
    “Now?”
    “Yes, now. Isn’t it still open?”
    I checked the time on my smartphone. It was only slightly past eight.
    “Yeah, the club doesn’t close until eleven. Let me please just finish eating and then we’ll go. The senator mentioned she was going to dinner and a play tonight, so she should be out most of the night.” I wasn’t making that up; she had mentioned something along those lines as I stretched her out after her workout.
    Ian looked pleased. “Really? And you’re sure she was referring to tonight?”
    “I’m positive,” I said with more conviction than I felt. But it was the only way I’d get to enjoy my latte and sandwich, not just gobble it down like Ian seemed to want me to do.
    As I ate and drank, he kept pretending like he was just relaxing, putting his arms behind his neck while gazing out the window at passers-by on the street in front of Aroma. But I could tell that he was dying for me to be done so we could leave.
    I didn’t let him stress me, though. I needed some time to think about what to do, if maybe I should risk going to jail in exchange for getting a look at Janine’s emails after all. It would take another couple of weeks before I saw the senator again. Who knew, maybe it would take longer. Maybe I’d never see her again. The senator struck me as a fickle person. Not only that, I couldn’t count on her opening up enough about Ariel and Emma for me to figure out what was going on.
    It really would be stupid not to take a look at her emails when I have the chance, I thought. You could learn a lot about a person going through their emails. Being such a fast reader, I could learn tons about the senator in a short amount of time. If only there was another way than breaking into her house to get a look at her emails… Something struck me then—why not use the same method I had used when I got the contents out of Cardoza’s smartphone? A smile spread across my lips as I turned to Ian.
    “Hey, can’t you copy the contents of her email account onto a flash drive and bring it with you?”
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “Why