He nods. “It’s possible. That’s why I need you to follow my instructions, all right?”
“Okay.”
He draws his gun and slowly opens his door. After he steps out of it, he motions for me to follow. We bypass the elevator and head down the stairs. Before we exit to the garage, he puts his finger over his lips, indicating we need to be quiet. Then he takes my hand, and we run out the door toward his car. It beeps when he uses the fob to unlock it.
He opens the back door. “Get in the back.”
I jump in.
“Stay down.”
He drives fast through the garage and out onto the street. His eyes go to the rearview mirror and then back to the windshield several times. “We’re being followed.”
“I’m so sorry. I put you at risk.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just hold on.”
He takes a turn hard, and I’m tossed to the other side of the back seat. He speeds up, slows down, takes another turn. I want to look up because I’m getting motion sickness. Then the car stops.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“I lost him. Stay down.” Logan pulls his phone out of his pocket and types a message. “I have to warn Ozzie not to go back to the apartment.”
He sends the message, then meets my eyes. “When I pull out of here, we’ll likely be followed again. But I have an idea. Go ahead and sit up and put on your seat belt.”
I do this as he exits the garage we are in and accelerates. I glance back, and there is a car following us, going just as fast. It moves to the next lane.
“Logan, it’s coming up beside us.”
“I know. That’s the plan.”
The car gets closer, and the passenger window goes down. All I see is a gun aimed at our car. Just as the gun is almost aimed at me, Logan turns hard to the right, exiting whatever highway we were on. The other car can’t get over in time.
“That will buy us a little time,” he says. “But we can’t go back to RHS.”
I lean back. “This never will end, will it?”
“It will. I’ll find a way,” he says as he stares at me in the rearview mirror.
In that moment, I believe him. I know he’ll try. But if anything happened to him because of me, I could never forgive myself. “I’m sorry I came here and put you at risk.”
He doesn’t respond, and we drive in silence. I have no idea where we are heading, but it’s away from the city. Logan grabs his phone and hits a button.
“Hey, can you do me a favor? I need a burner.”
A burner phone? What is he thinking?
“Yeah, I’m heading to Lightning’s cabin. Can you meet me there? Thanks.” He tosses his phone in the passenger seat.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
He stares at me for a beat in the mirror. “I’m working on a plan.”
He doesn’t elaborate, so I lean back and close my eyes. There is no point in arguing with him now. I’ll wait until I hear his plan.
“We’re here,” he says.
I jolt awake, surprised I fell asleep again but happy to get out of the car.
