Chapter Twenty-Eight
‘They wanted us here,’ Damien said, under his breath. ‘They wanted us to take the fall.’
Damien sat behind the wheel of a stolen van with Aviary’s tablet on his lap, watching the pine-scented deodorizer slowly spin under the rearview mirror. He’d parked everyone in a parking lot with three exits at equal distance. Tires squeaked in the distance as someone reversed and left the lot.
Aviary was sitting beside him with her laptop and ruck while Hélio sat with his babysitters in the back of the van.
‘We should find a safer location,’ Felix said.
‘He’s right,’ Damien said. ‘We’re at risk here.’
Aviary’s laptop screen lit her scarlet hair and made her nose piercing glint. Her nose twitched when she was focusing on something. ‘We’re at risk, or I’m at risk?’
Damien exh
