Blood Strangers: Behind Closed Doors: Family Secrets by Hinze Vicki

Author:Hinze, Vicki
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magnolia Leaf Press
Published: 2020-12-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Thursday, December 10, 9:15 a.m.

When Gabby returned to the cottage, the expected second package lay waiting on the front porch outside the front door.

A box, this time.

Her fingers nearly frozen, she lifted the cardboard box and carried it through to the breakfast bar. She hunted down a pair of scissors, found them in a kitchen drawer, and then sliced through the tape and opened the box.

“A computer?” Shock fell to excitement.

A laptop—and a typed note taped to its top. “Don’t call me except in case of an emergency. Go to protonmail.com. Account in your name. Password—don’t change it—is Anonymous-Season. Don’t “send” anything on this account. Saved draft emails only. This account is solely for us to correspond. Create a second account through a different carrier for all other correspondence. Do not search for or contact anyone you used to know. Do not access any old accounts of any kind. I’ll be in touch when I can. A couple days. SW says you know the drill. Heed it. And stay alive.”

It was signed, “J.”

Justin Wade. So, he knew where she was, and he’d sent her a computer? Why?

She went to protonmail.com and checked. There was a draft email from “J” waiting for her. “Okay, so we deal in drafts but don’t send emails. Got it,” she whispered, and clicked to open the draft.

“No names. No sends on this account. Anything odd shows up, call the number provided. Otherwise, drafts only, this account only. Extra security precautions have been taken. Check this account tomorrow for the latest information. After then, unless something comes up, I will check in on Saturdays. Expect two deliveries tomorrow. Two items. One draft here, one package by truck. You don’t know me, and I have never heard of you.”

The truth slammed into Gabby. Justin Wade was helping her off-the-grid. Which meant he had no protection and neither did she. It also meant, like Shadow Watcher, Justin didn’t trust Agent Bain. Or someone in his own organization. Maybe both.

That should worry her, but it didn’t. It confirmed her judgment on Bain had been valid. A judgment mirrored by Shadow Watcher and confirmed by Justin Wade. Those affirmations of her instincts were reassuring. Their combined skills were far more honed.

A second draft came through. She confirmed the sender, then switched to read it.

“All drafts are military-grade encrypted and will be corrupted once opened and closed. Commit to memory. Don’t print or preserve a copy in any way, shape or form.”

The first draft she had read, she noted, had disappeared.

So even if NSA or the server preserved a copy, it would preserve a corrupted copy. It was imperfect, but the best shot they had for retaining privacy. Which was to say, unless someone looked really close, dedicated time and resources, they wouldn’t find anything.

She went through the software programs. The laptop was loaded. Justin must have owed Shadow Watcher huge to send her this. How in the world would she ever repay him—either of them—for all they were doing for her?

No documents on the laptop or in the envelope.

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