Chapter Twenty-Three“I'm on the F.B.I. wanted list…” Clare's heart began to thud. The sound of her blood rushing in her ears threatened to drown out the conversation. “Harley knows about Ashby.”
“That would make sense,” Terrick agreed. “The way I understand it, they're like his own brute squad. Linkin' you to the deaths of children puts you on the radar of every enforcement agency in the country.”
“Time to prove how quickly you can move,” Ellen advised. “Give us three hours to put your plan into play. How long do you need to get where you're going?”
“Two at most.”
Ellen considered this. “Fine. In an hour Scope will remove the drip, then you've got twelve hours before you start to fail. In the mean time I want you to take this.”
Ellen unzipped a small black pouch, producing a black pen
