Chapter 45
Sanda stepped onto the stone steps of the traditional wooden Romanian barn, one of the things Leo had always loved about this place. The steep angles of the heavily thatched roof matched the towering, conical hay bales scattered throughout the countryside, so much more picturesque than the square or round forms in the United States.
The air was finally clearing, and he was breathing more easily in general. Maria had eluded them so far. If he could keep Sanda from discovering the cave-like rooms in the forest barely a mile away from here, his wife would breathe for at least a few days longer.
And she'd quite likely kill a few more people along the way.
Leo leaned against the rough wooden wall. He rubbed the bruises Maria had left on his shoulder without realizing what he was
