Liam
I didn’t push her for details. Not yet.
She was pale, shaking, her eyes darting to the windows like she expected him to step out of the tree line.
But my brain was already moving three steps ahead—new routes, new places to hide, ways to stay off his radar until we knew more. Did he see the change of vehicles? Of course he did.
“We’re heading west,” I said finally. “Off the interstate. Smaller roads.”
Jenny looked at me sharply. “Will that be enough?”
“It’ll have to be.”
Because until Forest and Fraiser cornered Jarod Kennedy, the only job I had was keeping these two alive.
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