“Good.” Trace paused. “You know I’m getting out of here as soon as I can.”
“I get it. But first we need to figure out what you’re up against. Know your enemy, and all that. In the meantime, you can’t just keep moving without knowing what’s after you. So let’s not argue this all over again.”
Trace reflected for a few moments as the car slowed. “The thing is, I can’t stop wanting to clear out. You know why. So at least give me the space to figure out how and when.”
“Of course,” said Ryker, stopping the car. “No buses before tomorrow afternoon, so don’t get any cockeyed ideas about cutting out tonight. You’d freeze to death. Need any help?”
“I’ve got it.”
Trace climbed out, grabbed his duffel from the backseat and stood beside the road watching Ryker drive away. The pavement was clear, but there were snow banks between him and the parking lot. He spied a place that had been shoveled open and walked toward it.
He wished he thought this would work out well, that he’d get cleanly away and leave everyone behind him safe, but for some reason that wish was growing dimmer by the moment.
He had to figure out who wanted him. Only then would he know how to react. And figuring that out wasn’t going to be easy, because he had zero information.
Sighing, he slogged toward Julie’s apartment, hoping like hell that death wasn’t right on his heels.
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