57
Henderson
“Faster,” I bark at Jimmy as he drags the suitcase into the car, his expression one of petulant teenage boredom. Bonnie and Amber, my eighteen-year-old daughter, are already inside the vehicle, waiting tensely.
Unlike my stupid son, they understand the seriousness of this. They know that if Sokolov and his cohorts find us, we’ll all suffer fates worse than death.
Defeat is a bitter tang on my tongue as I get in the car and slam the door shut. According to my sources, Sokolov is now at Esguerra’s compound as well, which means my enemies are not only regrouping but teaming up.
We have to run again.
We have to hide.
At least until I figure out another way to get at them.
