Chapter 6
Nicholle snatched a bag out of the closet and headed for the transport tube.
“Where are we going?” Chris said.
“Away from here. I don’t have any plans written in stone at the moment. We’ll make it up as we go.”
“As we go?”
They stepped out of the tube and Nicholle jogged to the back of the parking lot. Chris kept up.
“Look, unless you happen to have access to a safe house, I’d suggest you hush.”
She stopped at a small black car and pressed her thumb on the lock. It glowed green and she yanked the door open.
“Manual doors?” Chris said.
“Get the f**k in.”
Chris slid into the seat, his face drawn up in wariness. Nicholle started the car and eased out of the lot.
“With tinted windows, no one should be able to see us. And the car is registered in a foreign diplomat’s name.”
