Chapter 15
Hannah went still when she heard the little chime from downstairs. She’d already checked her new employers’ house for cameras, had found four. And they were all in the main areas: the kitchen, living room, both kids’ rooms. Of course there were others outside but none in the primary bedroom.
She quietly stepped out of the owners’ bedroom and made her way down the hallway. Both girls were still taking a nap and should be sleeping for another ten minutes.
Their parents, Olivia and Richard Scott, had them on a relatively strict schedule. Which was actually fine with her. She didn’t love her job, but the kids were nice enough for the most part. And she loved the hours.
But most of all, she loved having access to all these luxurious homes.
She met Olivia down in the foyer. The woman was a lawyer. Tall, blonde and good at her job, from what Hannah had found. So Hannah had to be careful with her. There were certain employers she’d never messed with and didn’t plan to. She smiled at Olivia. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just forgot something. How are the girls?”
“Still napping for about eight more minutes.”
Olivia smiled with relief and was already making her way to the front door, her mind elsewhere. “Great. Let me know if you need anything… Oh, Richard and I might be a few minutes late this evening. Is that all right?”
“Of course.” She plastered on a fake smile. It wasn’t okay, but she wasn’t going to be working here much longer anyway. She was mostly done with this neighborhood—she’d hit the jackpot and didn’t plan to stick around after getting paid off.
“Wonderful, thank you.”
Once Olivia was gone, the door locked behind her, Hannah waited a solid two minutes before heading back upstairs.
Then she ducked into the primary bedroom and hurried to the closet. Once inside, she found what she was looking for—a wall safe. After snapping a few pictures of it so her partner would have the make and model, she was back in the kids’ room minutes later.
Her last job with the Alexanders had been cut too short for her to actually rob them, but she’d gotten something so much better.
Information.
Which she preferred to deal in. It was how she afforded a decent condo downtown. Nothing with a view, but that would come later.
Information really was power, something she’d learned at a young age.
But she’d never had anything on the scale she had now.
She had real information, not just pictures of some bored suburban dad fucking his neighbor’s wife.
People had definitely paid to keep that type of news quiet, and none of the assholes in Emerald Queen Gardens had ever known she was behind their blackmail.
Sure, she might stand out as the hot, fuckable nanny to some of the perverts around here, but no one would ever suspect her of being smart enough to rip them off. She was just a pretty face they soon forgot and never took seriously.
In reality, there were five people in total that she’d extorted for money in the last few years, a few dads she’d fucked, and a handful more she’d set up to be robbed. But only when she’d been out of town with a rock-solid alibi.
All her jobs had been spaced out, and she’d never directly blackmailed the families she worked for either. That was part of the brilliance of her plan.
But her time here was coming to an end. With Cara Alexander gone, she knew she needed to move on.
Except…she had information so explosive that she could demand whatever price she wanted. But she had to be careful. Or she might end up dead next.