The morning was heavy with anticipation. The safe house, once a haven of quiet, now buzzed with muted activity. Claire, John, Margaret, and Ethan gathered around the dining table, maps, and documents sprawled across its surface. The meeting with the district attorney’s office was set for later that day, and every second felt like a countdown to something monumental.
Margaret tapped her pen against the table, her brow furrowed in concentration. “The route to the meeting point is straightforward,” she said, tracing a line on the map. “But we’ll need to take precautions. If Robert’s people are watching, we can’t afford to be predictable.”
John nodded. “We’ll take the back roads, avoid the main highways. Ethan, you’ll take the decoy car and head south to throw them off.”
Ethan smirked, his
