Sinner by Minx Hardbringer, Natasha Tanner

happen to have ID on you? Just need to check. Public safety and all. It’ll only take me a minute to run you through the system. I’d hate to let criminals slip through my fingers just because of a pretty face. Not that you folks are criminals.” He says and chuckles.
    Lilith pulls her wallet out of her purse and hands it to him. I don’t think he sees Becks in the car, and she’s not making any moves to make herself known. Even if she did, Rebecca has proper ID and nothing to worry about. It’s me that’s screwed. All I have is a fake ID that will probably either bring up nothing on his computer or raise some sort of flag. If I get taken in, the girls can still get the hard drive from Tom’s villa, but who is going to deliver it to Vladimir. It doesn’t matter. I pull my wallet out of my pocket and hand him my fake driver’s license. No other course of action is coming to mind, and I don’t want to appear nervous.
    The cop takes the ID and heads back to his car. I do the only thing I can think of. I finish changing the tire. I hear the cops car door open and close as I finish putting the bad tire and tools into the trunk. My heart starts to race, and cold sweat runs down my back. I hold my breath when I hear his boots just behind where I’m standing.
    “Have a good night folks, and drive safely.” He says and I take the deepest, most cleansing breath I’ve ever taken.
    Back in the car, Becks smiles at us from the backseat. “That was close.” She says and winks at me.
    “Becks, you didn’t just hack into the State Police servers while a cop was running me for warrants?” I ask her while trying to hide my smile.
    “Maybe just a little.” Her wicked smile tells me everything I need to know. “You work with me because I’m the best, don’t forget it. Now, let’s go.”

Chapter Thirteen
    Lilith
    Once we arrive, the three of us have to deal with security. The GPS address is just an abandoned looking driveway. There is an old, rusty security gate across the path, but Adam is able to break the chain locking it with the tire iron. It’s at least a two-mile drive down a long, dark, twisty, and narrow road to get to the villa. If you didn’t know there was a mansion at the end of this path, there is no way you’d drive down it on a whim. I guess Tom and his family designed it this way on purpose. It’s like a psychological fortress instead of a physical one.
    When we pull up in front of the Villa, the whole place is dark, and there are no other cars in sight. Becks pulls out her laptop and goes to work trying to get into the security system.
    “Find anything?” Adam asks after about twenty minutes.
    “Yes, but this can’t be it. I think this is a dummy system. It’s the kind of thing suburban housewives buy from door to door salesmen. I need to dig deeper.” She says and goes back to clicking away on her keyboard.
    “I can’t sit here anymore. I’m going to go take a look around.” Adam says and reaches for the car door handle.
    “I’m going to come with you,” I say. “Becks are you okay in the car alone?”
    “Yeah. Places like this don’t give me the creeps. Just don’t touch anything until I’ve worked my magic.” Becks says.
    Adam and I get out and head around towards the back of the building. I start to realize how old this place must be when we get all the way around back. Off in the distance, I can see a barn and what look like a few other farm buildings. I doubt anyone uses them for their original purpose anymore because I don’t see any crops or animals around, but they’ve been kept in good repair. I imagine they hold a lot of secrets both ancient and modern. We’ll find out if the safe isn’t in the main house.
    I get a chill up my spine because in the other direction is a small cemetery. This place has probably been in Tom’s family for generations. It occurs to me that there might not be as much security as we expected because nobody but us would be dumb enough to try