They got their things from the motel, then Cole and Ky were on the road back to Denver. For a while, Cole kept looking over his shoulder, afraid Marsham or one of his enforcers had discovered they had been in Grand Junction and might be following them. He eventually convinced himself that hadn’t happened, relaxed, and said, “If Marsham really is dying, this should be over soon.”
“True,” Ky agreed. “However, until that happens, he’s going to double-down on finding you.”
“Aren’t I the lucky one.”
Ky took his gaze off the road long enough to give him an amused look. “Not really. I take that back. You are lucky, in that he didn’t find out where you were until after you came of age. Any earlier and he could have swooped in, convinced the Williamses that he was your father, and dragged you ba
