We tiptoed out of the room. By then, it was late, the house dark, silent. I had my ears up, listening. I heard two people on an upper floor, both snoring. There was one more in the rear of the house. It was a man. I could smell him. He was watching TV.
“Coast is clear,” I said.
The three of us exhaled in unison, then made our way to the front of the house. My head was buzzing. I’d escaped death, yet it still loomed over me. What if that chip got turned off all of a sudden? What if the senator caught me again? And what did Craig have up his sleeve?
“Go to The Den,” Craig whispered, thereby jolting me out of my reverie. “Have your little team meet there as well.”
We were already outside and moving away fast. “Where will you be?” I asked.
He veered away from us, saying over his shoulder,
