Chapter Twenty-FourIt was just after dawn when the SUV pulled to a stop outside a diner just west of Nashville. They'd managed to get out of D.C. before martial law was declared, and had been racing westward on back roads since. Raven yawned and stretched before turning off the engine. “I need coffee.”
“You sure it's safe?” Mason asked, eyeing the place.
“Safe enough,” Zero said from the backseat. “Only an old guy and the waitress, both too tired to care.”
“We're going to need gas too,” Raven said. “Just play it cool, and we'll be fine.”
Zero was the first one out the door, the brown hair of her wig lifting a little on the breeze. Mason sighed and followed, angling for the men's room as they entered the place. He took care of business quickly and washed his hands. When he emerged, Rave
