Chapter 31
I turned the key in the ignition and drove, ignoring Ruth’s fists pounding on the hood and Justice’s shouted questions. Once their toes were out of the way, I floored it. Didn’t stop until I was too distant for anyone to catch up to me. Even then, I only paused long enough to root around in the trunk in search of another set of clothing.
There wasn’t much to choose from. An old sock that had been used as a rag while checking the oil. A windbreaker that must have belonged to someone male because it fell most of the way to my knees.
“Good enough,” I decided, leaving the sock behind while pulling on the windbreaker. Then I punched the address of Grace’s apartment into a mapping app and got back behind the wheel.
Over the next twelve hours, half the pack tried to call me. Well,
