(Mason’s POV)
It’s been two weeks since we’ve been on the run. Those first three days at the safehouse, Kraig and I made a plan. First, we packaged up anything that could be used to either identify or track us. Kraig wasn’t happy he had to take off his antique platinum skull ring with rubies in the eye sockets that his dad gave him for his sixteenth birthday. Not that I can blame him. It’s a family heirloom and he hasn’t had it off his finger since the day he got it.
I didn’t have anything like that. Not on me, anyway. Seeing as I’d spent a few days locked up, I really didn’t have anything on me at all. But once we packaged everything, I mailed it to the one person I knew I could trust… Ralph.
I knew if anything were to happen to us he'd make sure our things got to who we wanted them t
