Chapter 89
They made it back to the beach house just before dawn.
The baby was crying. Hungry. Needing her mother. Unaware of the c*****e, the death, the destruction that had happened while she slept.
She wanted to hold her daughter. Wanted to collapse and pretend the night hadn't happened.
But there was no time.
"Pack," Adrian said. Already moving. Grabbing bags. Throwing in essentials. "Everything we need. Nothing we don't. We have to move fast."
"How fast?" Dmitri asked. He was tending his wounds. Makeshift bandages. Field medicine.
"Police will identify bodies within hours. FBI will be notified. Maria will put it together." Adrian was moving like a machine. Efficient. Focused. "We have maybe a six-hour head start before they lock down the airports and borders."
"Then we drive.
