-Caleb-
I knew we had to ditch the Prius. There was no way Mr. Masterson wasn’t tracking it.
“We’ll drive to Wisconsin and then stop at a rental car agency,” I invented wildly while we sped down the road. “Then we’ll ditch the Prius and just keep driving until we get to Washington D.C. or something. I don’t know. Some FBI office.”
“Okay,” Jacey agreed, clutching her seatbelt and the oh-s**t bar. “Okay.”
I nodded. I didn’t know if my plan would work. Hell, I didn’t know if we were just out having a little ride that Mr. Masterson was going to end any second with the press of a button, then laugh at us while his goons dragged us back to the mansion. But we had to hold on to some kind of hope.
All my hope deflated, however, when I saw the red-and-blue lights flashing behind me.
“s**t,” I
