"We should keep driving," Aria said.
Damien glanced at her. "Where?"
"Away from here. North. Anywhere." She watched the farmhouse shrink in the side mirror. That open basement door grew smaller, then vanished behind a bend in the road. "Victor knows we found this place. He'll move her again before we return."
"Then we don't go back." Damien accelerated onto the main highway. "We let him think we surrendered. Let him grow comfortable. Then we strike."
Aria turned from the window. "How long?"
"A week. Maybe two. Enough time for him to stop watching every shadow." His hands stayed steady on the wheel. "Meanwhile, we work on Marcus. Get him to formally agree to testify."
"He gave us the key. He told us about the farmhouse." Aria touched her pocket where the brass key rested. "That's alre
