Chapter 12
“Chris, let’s go,” Billy Jo said as she walked over to Mark’s brother, who was by the vending machine, staring into it as if considering what to buy.
“You’re done already? Where’s Mark?” Chris frowned at her, noticing she was holding Jay.
Billy Jo put one foot in front of the other and glanced only once back to Chris. He was so different from Mark—quieter, she thought, but with the same tall, rugged build and likely just as stubborn. He fell in beside her.
“He’s coming right behind us,” she said, keeping her voice low, “but we have to go now. We’ll explain it as soon as we get out of here.”
They kept walking, one step and then another closer to the door. There was security, a desk at the door, a man she remembered seeing a few times, with a dark face and white dress shirt,
