CHAPTER 45: THE COST OF PROOF
We didn’t go home immediately. That was the first rule Paul made the second we stopped running. “Not yet,” he said, still trying to catch his breath as we stood hidden in the dark alley, the city noise moving around us like nothing had happened. “If they tracked us, they’ll expect us to run straight back. We don’t hand them that.” He was right, even though every part of me wanted nothing more than to hold my children and pretend tonight had never happened. My hands were still shaking from the gun, from the struggle, from the sound of that shot still echoing in my ears. Marcus looked like he might collapse. He sat on an overturned crate near the wall, staring at nothing, his face pale and hollow. I pulled my phone out again just to make sure the images were s
