abet

for two hours before pulling into a run-down motel wi

I tucked the exhausted twins into bed, drew the yellowed c

lining of his backpack and connected to the motel's u

used profile and pulled out a fresh burner phone to di

urrent kingpin of North America's underground sports security network greeti

e. "Brock has the whole city locked down. I need to

er echoed through the receiver, f

tep onto my ice in Quebec, not even God

m to book three tickets on the earliest mornin

the tablet screen, he looked u

leave that tyrant

, shaking

Brock's tracking team won't l

of habit before lifting his chin confidently. "If we don't

, but simultaneously generated fake ticket purchases under my old medical sch

Los Angeles flight manifest at LaGuardia, guaranteeing Grif

p, I let out a quiet sigh and told him t

y in her sleep, mumbling softly that sh

o tuck the blanket around her chin, gently sm

o take my hand, and leaned his thin sho

gray morning light finally bled through th

and dressed them in plain gray hoodies,

baggy tracksuit to hide my figure, and left the wiped ba

morning rush hour toward JFK Airport, my e

's smartwatch buzzed once; he glan

t triggered," he whispered. "Griffin's mai

a breath, grateful that Zane's diversion

tures curb, I paid the fare, grabbed the luggage

oisy travelers and overlapping boarding

long the walls, I scanned every man in a dark suit wh

and sent the two kids' suit

ty line, a commotion erupted at the main entrance as arm

Maybachs screech to a halt right in the red no-

earpieces poured into the terminal,

shmere overcoat, his face dark as a thundercloud

t gone to LaGuardia-he had

ly onto my baseball cap, a cruel smirk curling the corner of his