The Maybach engine was quiet as we crossed the Nevada state line. It was a sound, like a machine that did not care about the rules it was breaking.
Sarahs hands were steady on the wheel now. She was tired. She was holding on. My father was in the seat connected to a small oxygen tank. He was asleep his body sinking into the leather.
On the seat to me Julians tablet was open. The clock on the dashboard said 5:42 AM.
The desert outside was a purple color. The sun was starting to rise, cutting across the canyon walls. In a hours the doors to the grand ballroom at the Vane Oasis Resort would open. There would be people there like state senators and federal regulators. They were looking for me.
"We are three miles from the resort " Sarah said, looking at the navigation screen. "The main ent
