“Only five?”
He shrugs. “Better to be safe and get out of here alive.”
“You’re right. Goodnight,” I say.
He nods and turns off the lamp between us. Despite our circumstances, I drift off to sleep.
“Rise and Shine!” Duke yells.
I cover my head. “Not until morning!”
“Sorry, but we have to go.”
I sit up, remembering where I am and why I’m here. The room is dark except for the lamp he turned on. “What time is it?”
“Three in the morning.” He walks by and ruffles up my hair.
I flop back down. “That’s not morning. That’s cruelty.”
He laughs. “Well, we need to get going in case Nelson was able to have someone track us here.”
I get up and stretch my arms above my head. “Go where? We are running but where to? Don’t you have connections back home that can fix whatever is going on?”
Duke sighs as he sits on his bed. “I tried. I have to hand it to Nelson; he knew exactly who to lure into that warehouse to get a hit on me.” He shakes his head. “He knew too much about me and our business. Dad said once you two were married to treat him like family, but that was a mistake.”
“Why do you say that?” I mean, I think marrying him was a mistake for many reasons, but I’m not privy to most of the business to know what went wrong there.
“Get ready to go. We can talk when we’re on the road.”
My first stop is to the desk, but there is no coffee maker. I spin around. “Where’s the coffee maker?”
Duke laughs. “They don’t have one. Don’t worry. We’ll find some drive-through place and get you one.”
Ten minutes later, we are walking toward Duke’s car when a man gets out of the car next to it. Duke stops and grabs my arm, stopping me as well. It’s dark, so I can’t make out who it is. He steps toward us with his hands in the air. Duke’s hand reflexively goes to the back of his pants, where he carries his gun.
“It’s Logan. I’m here to protect both of you on order of the FBI.”
Logan? He steps closer to the light. It’s him.
I glance at Duke, who is frowning. “How the hell?”
Logan nods to the motel. “Traced your credit card.”
I elbow Duke. “Told you.”
Duke frowns at me, but then turns his attention back to Logan.
“No, I mean, how are you alive?”
Logan glances at me, then at Duke.
I hit Duke in the arm, hard. “That was Logan at the funeral, wasn’t it?”
“He was there,” Duke says. He doesn’t add more, so I know this can’t be good.
“And what did you do to him?”
Duke doesn’t answer, but Logan steps closer and fills me in.
