The SUV’s tires shrieked as June raced up the narrow mountain road, pushing the car as fast as she dared. Rain had turned to icy snow, painting everything outside in quick flashes—dark trees, white ice, and nothing else. Behind them, the FBI’s blue and red lights danced in the storm, angry and relentless, like ghosts on their tail.
“They’re catching up, June!” Dante yelled, bracing himself against the door. He pressed a blood-soaked cloth to his side. He looked awful, but his eyes stayed sharp.
June kept her gaze locked on the road. Her knuckles turned white around the steering wheel. Every muscle in her body felt ready to snap. In the backseat, Leo curled into Raven’s lap. Raven stared out the back, gripping the handle of the secret briefcase.
“I can’t go faster—we’ll slide right off t
