Chapter Twenty-SevenThey drove south for another hour before pulling into a truck stop. Settling into a booth, Nathan mouthed the word coffee to the waitress.
“This isn’t over, is it?” he said as Crystal picked up a stained and battered menu.
“Never. Larkin and Russo won’t stop.”
“Why can’t they let us go? We’re not going to endanger them, reveal who they are or anything like that.”
Crystal set the menu down in order to look straight into Nathan’s eyes. “You need to learn fast or you won’t survive. These two have been locked in a civil war since the 1800s. In a war, you need soldiers for your army. But in this war, soldiers are hard to come by. They’re not disposable fodder. Each one is a unique agent for the cause. So, when Larkin lost one — me — that was a serious blow. To lose you a
