As I couldn’t find anything other than Jenna’s blog (which is full of cryptic cyphers and codes, most of which I don’t even know the key for) and I’m honestly not sure how often she checks it, I decided to call my friend Pierre, who works for the Swiss government.
I was the one who first introduced Jenna to him and I knew she’d worked with him many times since then, so I thought he might have an actual contact for whatever new disposable cell phone or message service she uses. In the end, she took to heart what a her mentor, a former criminal, had taught her on stealth and became a far more talented shadow than I ever was!
When I finally got ahold of him, Pierre said that he hadn’t heard from Jenna in over a month and, even then, she only gave him the number for her disposable. However, he did have something that she had left for me. Since she knew that I would eventually contact Pierre, she had set up a special digital lockbox in one of the servers. He was instructed to give me the account number and password when I came to ground, explaining that it would only open at a precise time of day. She had said that I would know what time to access it.
As soon as I heard him say it, I knew what time it must be. The moment in time I will never forget, no matter what happens.
My God, Jenna, is the wound not bad enough? You were always a daughter me. Must you rub my face in my physical betrayal…my shame?
As it’s too late to access it today, I will have to check it tomorrow.
I said I would wait for only a day until I talked to Ryan, but, with this on my heart, I could no more talk to him today than fly to the moon. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I pray that it will give me enough courage to survive.