Forty-Four
Hanson got out of the vehicle and twisted his hips from side to side, trying to stretch out muscles in his back that had seized up after a long stint behind the wheel. He faced the coming dawn and raised his arms above his head, doing a full body stretch. Then he walked around the front of the vehicle and slid into the passenger seat, eyes watering as a massive yawn hit.
He twisted around to look into the back seat. Justice was slumped against the window, having given into exhaustion a couple of hours ago. But when Andy slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, her eyelids fluttered open.
With a start, she straightened up, eyes going immediately to Jackson, his head cradled in her lap. He hadn’t moved since they’d put him in the vehicle, back in High Command. Hanson
