We both looked over our shoulders every few seconds to make sure we weren't being followed while Ethan drove at a breakneck pace through the twisting streets. With the weight of its secrets bearing down on me, I gripped the USB drive tightly as my heart continued to race. Everything was on this drive: the real story of Neil Crestmont, his clandestine activities, and the evidence of whatever sinister secrets he was so adamantly guarding. But I realized now more than ever that it may be risky to reveal these truths.
We finally arrived at Ethan's flat after a number of scary twists. As we rushed inside, he parked in an underground garage and looked about us. Ethan put his hand on my shoulder and took a big breath when we were securely behind his apartment door.
With a worried tone, he said, "Are you okay?" "You're trembling."
Even though my hands were still shaking, I nodded. "I'm OK, just a little shook. It was closer than I thought.
