Chapter 13:
I know that plate.
Three states over. Dark blue sedan, the one Marcus keeps at the lake house for "business associates." He never drives it. He sends people in it.
"Kael—"
"I see it."
He's already moving. Not toward the car. Sideways, into the shadow of the hardware store's awning, and he's pulling me with him by the elbow and his hand's not rough, just fast, and he tucks me behind him against the wall.
"Don't move," he says.
"It's his."
"I know it's his."
"He keeps it at the—"
"Elara. Don't move."
The car rolls past.
Slow. Slower than before. There's a man driving and he's not looking at the road. He's looking at the buildings. Left, right, left, right, slow and patient like a man reading a book. He's got sunglasses on even though it's gray out, and a hat, and a ja
