“Are we going back to Crystal Pines?”
“Yes, but we’re taking back ways. I’m going to use the I-55 bridge, not the I-40 one to get back into Arkansas, and then we’re staying off the highway. Hopefully they think they did us in back there. It’ll take them a while to figure out they didn’t.”
“How did they know we were here? Did you see anyone follow us out of town?”
Another shot of adrenaline hit my heart, and I slowed the car. “Good question.” I thought for a moment. “Robert may have set us up. Or someone’s cell phone is tapped, and they can intercept messages. Turn your phone off.”
Iain did as I suggested, and I turned mine off as well. Leo didn’t have one. I pulled into a small road between two new neighborhoods and stopped the car in the shade of an oak tree.
“What are you doing?”
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