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

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    “Because people who are as technologically savvy as Adler surely have some kind of an alert system in place to warn them that an account has been compromised. It may even shut down completely if I try to copy it all. It’s not worth the risk. It’s better to use her usual login info and just pretend to be her. Besides, we only need her most recent emails. Surely we’ll find out where the meeting will be held by going through those.”
    I exhaled. “Okay, fine. I’ll go with you.” I simply couldn’t forego such a great opportunity to learn more about the senator.
    Ian’s eyes widened. “You’ll come with me to her apartment?”
    I shrugged. “Why not? I’m sure you could use my help.” While at the senator’s place, I’d try my best to check as many of her emails as I could. Hopefully I’d find something of interest.
    He smiled. “Yes, I agree. I’d be stupid to say no to such an offer.”
    I took my tray and carried it to the counter where the dirty trays were kept. Then I turned to Ian. “Let’s go.”
    Twenty minutes later we were inside Nikkei and I found Janine’s NYC address in the computer system there. She lived in a high rise in midtown.
    We jumped in a cab and, after taking a quick detour to Ian’s place, we headed to her address. While on the road, we concocted a plan how to get around the doormen who would surely be guarding the entrance. Ian also explained to me how to use the set of bump keys and screwdriver he’d picked up at his house.
    “One of these five will slide into the lock,” he whispered, showing me the different keys in his hand. “Once one does, pull it out a notch and turn it to the right just a touch. Hold it in that position and give it a couple of taps with this.”
    He indicated the handle of the screwdriver he was holding in his other hand.
    “And then it’ll open?” I asked in as discreet a voice as Ian had used. As always, I doubted the cabdriver gave a damn what we were discussing, but since in this case the topic of our conversation was how to break into someone’s house, I thought it safer to whisper.
    “Yep. It’s really quite easy.”
    I gave him a raised eyebrow. “I take it you have practice?”
    He gave me a devilish little smile. “You could say that.”
    My thoughts immediately went to that Washington Post article I’d read about him, having been part of a burglary, but they were soon interrupted by Ian.
    “If you can’t get in, just text me and we’ll use plan B.”
    Plan B consisted of Ian showing the doormen his FBI badge and pretending to be doing an investigation in the building. After getting by the doormen, he’d join me and open the lock to the senator’s front door.
    As we arrived, Ian paid the driver and we got out. There was a deli nearby that we went into. We had a good view of the high rise entrance via the deli’s windows. The idea was that I was going in first by tagging a tenant coming home; bringing the FBI into the mix could potentially create a lot of unwanted attention. After I’d gotten by the doormen and hopefully managed to get into Janine’s place, I would pretend to be a friend of hers staying at her place. Claiming to be Janine herself was too risky as the doormen might remember her having left for the evening. When I was inside her apartment, Ian would tell the doormen that he was delivering food to me, Janine’s buddy.
    It only took a couple of minutes until an elderly couple was heading toward the entrance. We studied them for a few seconds. Then Ian hissed, “They’re perfect. Go!”
    Agreeing, I hurried out of the deli and walked up to the couple that appeared to be tenants. They weren’t carrying stuff like flowers or wine that would suggest they were only visiting someone, not living there, and they also seemed comfortable with their surroundings. Thankfully, I was wearing a conservative top and jeans with cute flats that I’d changed into when finishing work; my look fit well with theirs.