Chapter Twenty-Three: Welcome Home

In no time at all, I was standing on Jackson’s shoulders attempting to pick the lock on my mother's office window. This wasn’t even the hardest part of Jackson’s amazing idea, we had to sneak into a base which is heavily guarded! We had to army crawl through a bush!

“Would you explain to me again why we have to go through all of this trouble to send my mother an anonymous tip, I still don’t understand why we can’t just send her an email?” I say while still trying to wiggle the lock, this window is much harder to unlock than any door I have come across!

“Like I keep saying, I work here so I know how things go. If we send your mother an email, it will most likely go to her spam folder where she will either never see it or brush it off as ridiculous. But now we’re placing the tip with evidence on her desk, she’ll know that we’re serious without having to know who we are.” He explains as I’m finally able to get some movement with the lock, at least I know it’s not a lost cause.

“But ho