Liam
Forest’s call came through while Poppy was still asleep in the back seat.
“Jarod’s west of you,” Forest said without preamble. “Headed your direction.”
“How far?”
“Couple of hours.”
I checked the side mirror, watching the empty road roll behind us. “I can keep moving. Lose him for another day.”
“Or,” Forest said slowly, “you can stop running and draw him out before he gets a shot at Jenny and the kid.”
My hands tightened on the wheel. I didn’t like the idea of using them as bait.
But he was coming either way.
And it was better to choose the ground than wait for him to pick it.
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