I dragged the entire *REC_04* folder onto the drive.

A progress bar appeared on the screen, slowly filling with blue.

*Copying… 45% remaining.*

I looked toward the sewing room door, listening for any sound in the hallway.

The house was silent, save for the hum of the laptop fan.

*Copying… 82% remaining.*

The mouse pad felt cold under my thumb.

The transfer finished with a quiet chime.

I ejected the USB drive and slipped it into the zippered pocket of my cardigan.

I ejected the MicroSD card next, placing it back inside the tiny plastic baggie I had found.

I stood up, walked to my sewing mannequin, and pinned the baggie deep inside the heavy wool lining of an unfinished coat.

No one would look there.

I closed the laptop, placed the decorative cloth back over it, and sat in the dark.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

A pair of headlights swept across the closed blinds of the sewing room.

I heard the heavy iron gates of the estate groan open, then click shut.

Jared was home.