Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
My mouth dried. It was a gun box.
I doubted there was a permit for it, but I put it in one of the bags anyway.
“He could lose his license.”
Blade glanced back at Carol’s friend. “Don’t get caught.”
I hoisted my bags to my back. Blankets. Clothes. I knew what was in the backpacks: cash, credit cards, the phones to use, fake identification. I had everything I needed to start a new life. It was a bit of overkill, all this to sneak into Milwaukee under Kai’s watch, but if I knew Kai, I would need it. He’d have his resources looking for me nonstop. I’d have to go all the way underground.
Carol and her friend walked toward us.
I asked under my breath, “We’re certain this guy is legit? He’s not on anyone’s payroll?”
Blade looked at me from the corner of his eye. “You mean on Bennett’s payroll?”
I didn’t answer because that wasn’t what I meant. I looked at Blade, and his eyebrows shot up.
“Carol swears she met him by chance, on Tinder. They’ve hooked up for six months.”
But he could be a setup. He could be working for the Network. And maybe I was becoming paranoid? Too many times going around the block with Kai? He was making me see moves in a game that wasn’t being played. Maybe.
Blade came to the same conclusion. “Ditch him as soon as you land.”
“That was already my plan.”
The guy nodded to me as he walked up and shook my hand. “You ready for this flight?”
Carol hugged me. She hugged the guy. He climbed into the plane, and she went back to the minivan, leaving only Blade and me.
He gave me a smile, another sad one. “Until we see each other again?”
There were words to say, sentiments to express, and tears I was trying not to shed. All I did was nod and promise, “I’ll see you again.”
As I climbed in and watched Blade go over to where Carol was waiting, I felt the same thing I’d seen on his face.
Sadness.
Everything was about to change. I felt it coming on like an impending doom. The pilot yelled at me to buckle up, and moments later, we were hurtling down the airstrip.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
I was being dumb.
This hit me as we flew over Milwaukee. I was being so beyond dumb. Yes, Kai had said I couldn’t go with him to see my father. But I wasn’t a captive, and I had snuck out of there like I was. Both Brooke and I had. I’d continued to hide, using this friend of Carol’s to take me the rest of the way. Disappearing was a skill I had, but it wasn’t one I needed in this instance.
Maybe?
I didn’t know.
God. Why was this so hard?
“You ready to touch down?” the pilot yelled at me over the system.
“Yes!” I yelled back. I was cold, I had to pee, and I was ready to try to right my world again.
Once we landed, I grabbed my bags and nodded to him. “I need to head to the bathroom.”
He pointed where to go, and because I didn’t really know if he was just Carol’s friend, I disappeared again. I did have to pee, but I needed every advantage I could get. Bypassing the bathroom, I swiped a set of car keys hanging in the hallway. I went out to the lot and walked around, pressing the unlock button. In the second to last row, I slipped behind the wheel of a Taurus and headed into town.
The GPS was set up on one of the burner phones, and I put in an auto repair place. Not the one with the best website, but one that didn’t have a website, one that had Yelp reviews from local customers. I pulled in and used their bathroom.
We had landed during business hours, though it was getting late.
After I peed, I asked for a female employee, because there usually was one. When she approached, she was older—gray hair, makeup done. I couldn’t tell her exact job title, but it didn’t matter. I could see in her eyes she’d been around the block.
“I need a car,” I told her. “My boyfriend is in the mafia, and I’m running from him.” White lie. “I need anything you can give me. I have cash for something cheap and desperation enough to let you know I stole the car I drove here in.”
She hesitated, scanning me up and down.
I wore the same black clothing I’d had on when I left the house. I was sure I smelled. My hair was pulled low into a no-nonsense ponytail. If I needed to sell being on the run, I’d hit that out of the ballpark.
She ran a hand over her face. “He hit you?”
I didn’t want to lie any more than was necessary, so I chose my words carefully. “I just have to get as far as I can from him.”