I didn't sleep.
I sat in the kitchen of the safe house with cold tea and listened to Lucas finally sleeping properly, the deep, fever-breaking sleep of a child whose body has fought something and is now resting from the fight. Through the wall. Steady. I counted his breaths without meaning to.
I thought about the route that was in a log. The person who read the log. The ghost vehicle already waiting on a road it had no business knowing about.
At two in the morning, Adrián came to the kitchen.
"We leave in an hour," he said.
"To where."
"A private airfield. Not the one on the original plan. Forty minutes from here. Nothing logged. Nothing filed. Two people know the location and both are in this house."
"The internal leak," I said. "Do you know who yet."
"Four names with access to th
