Exposing Anna could be my way of seeking justice for all I’d endured. After the recent turmoil at the Boltons, I had discreetly investigated the Sanders. Josh was seriously ill—a heart condition, I believed. Out of caution, I hadn't pressed them yet. Now it was time to uncover the truth. I knew I had to go there in person the next day to see if I could gather any clues. But the most important thing was the operation happening tonight. If we could track down Anna’s location, everything would become clear.

I waited impatiently for the results. Carter patted my hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll get answers soon.”

Just as he said so, the phone rang again. “Did you find anything?”

“Sorry, they realized we were following them. We got trapped by two other cars near Copper Avenue and lost the target.”

I wasn’t surprised. People as careful as Anna’s associates must be skilled at avoiding detection. There weren’t many cars in that area at night, so it was easy to spot a tail.

Seeing the frustration on my face, Carter tried to reassure me, “Don’t get upset. We’ve learned a lot tonight. As long as Anna is in the city, we’ll find her.”