EIGHTEEN
It was about an hour after sunrise when Sol pulled into a covered parking garage at DFW, and when she finally turned off the engine, she sighed with relief. Not only had she worried the entire way about being pulled over—despite the fact that she was careful never to exceed the speed limit—there had been a terrible storm on the highway and driving through it was stressful. For a while she’d even been so paranoid that she thought someone was following her, but it was probably just someone making the same trip.
She was exhausted, but there was no time to rest. She grabbed her bags from the back seat, set them on the pavement, and double-checked that she had everything. She had just hit lock on the car’s key fob when a voice spoke behind her in a heavy Texan drawl.
“Daddy buy you
