CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THE RADIO IN SAM COOPER’S car crackled and a familiar voice spoke Sam’s name. There was a deep, throaty whirring sound in the background. Brita turned her head as he picked it up. “Cooper here.”
“Subject vehicle just turned down Quebec. ETA one minute.” Alf was overhead in a chopper with air support.
“Roger.” Cooper disengaged and looked at Brita. “You ready?”
Brita nodded, turning to look past the bars to the backseat. Heathcliffe stared blankly into space, his handsome face filled with sadness. He had dark circles under his eyes and his lean cheeks had grown leaner over the last few days.
“You sure you want to do this?”
Heathcliffe nodded. “I just want to make sure she’s safe.”
The words he left unspoken... “even if she doesn’t want me”, played through Brita’s
