Chapter 12
Twenty-Four Hours Later
It was an exodus by night.
With the zero hour upon him, Dezi looked out the window, but he saw nothing. No nondescript car with some goon in it watching them, not even a car on the street. Night. Darkness. The early morning hour when even the devils of this world were asleep. He left the window quickly and silently began packing their bags while scooting around from one end of the narrow space to the other, grabbing this and that. As he rushed around, he worried about Rox. His experience with his father had been so traumatic that Rox was still a little shook up. This made Dezi wonder if he was fit to travel in the state he was in. Was he taking a chance with his life—even his sanity by leaving so quickly? He knew Rox was fragile at this point, but he h
