“We have to leave,” I said, trying to sit up.

My body still felt weak, the remnants of the previous drugs lingering in my system.

“You can’t walk out the front door,” Ana said.

“Mark has security guards stationed at the exits.”

“They are paying them directly.”

“Then how do I get out?” I asked.

“I have a contact in the basement,” Ana said.

“The laundry service.”

“But we have to wait for the shift change at midnight.”

She looked at her watch.

“It is ten o’clock now,” she said.

“I need to go meet Yasmin.”

“She wants to deliver the first set of documents tonight.”

“Where?” I asked.

“An old diner on the edge of Sacramento,” Ana said.

“She said she won’t wait long.”

“If she thinks I’ve betrayed her, she will destroy the evidence.”

“Be careful,” I said.

“I will,” Ana said.

She walked to the window and looked out into the darkness.

“The rain will help us,” she said. “The cameras outside are blurred.”

She turned back to me, her hand resting on the door handle.

“Lock this door from the inside after I leave,” she said.