Lila
She waited until the middle of the night, because she knew John was always awake, and that others usually weren't.
Dane had given her all the details and she swallowed hard and ran her hands through her greasy hair, making sure the tiny device Dane had placed on her scalp was still there. She'd been terrified when she woke up in the hospital that they might have washed her and gotten rid of it without even knowing what they were doing. But no… it had still been there. And now she was finally alone to try and deliver it.
But she also had to be cautious. She couldn't know which phones had been tampered with, or who might have bugged her home, or the Penthouse. Every step had be measured, planned and weighed. Every word.
