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Nearly juht that it was her husband, the tiny burst of elation inside her fizzled when she saw that it was a private nu into one of the second-floor bathroo "Hello?"

"One of his aliases landed in Miaht," the soft, familiar male voice said quietly

The caller, who didn’t bother to identify himself--because he didn’t need to--also didn’t need to specify who had landed in Miami Mara knew and a chill skittered down her spine Still, she couldn’t help but ask, "You’re sure?"

"The forger who made his new identities was found dead in his flat, but we found a backup flash drive He currently has three identities though that will likely change now that he’s in Mia blindly at herself in the o Her hair was shorter, blond, and she wasn’t as lean and tough as she used to be Not to mention she had a new name and identity Clearly that didn’t matter The monster had so away, but he’d seen a weakness in the infirmary’s security and exploited it to escape

When she didn’t respond, her friend spoke again in that familiar British accent "You can always coo back to London ever again She didn’t want to go back to the nightmares If she did, she kneould happen Her old job aiting for her and she’d be too tempted to take it even if it would slowly kill her She was done with that life "I’ll just start over somewhere else" Her voice was hollow, much like the pit of her stomach as the words hit home

"I never took you for a coward"

She hissed in a sharp breath then disconnected Keeping her husband alive didn’t make her a coward But she didn’t owe anyone an explanation

Downstairs she found Pa at the stove with one of the wo and hurried toward Mara "What’s wrong?"

Was she really that easy to read? The thought made her shudder but she pushed past it "I need to borrow your car Just for a couple hours I’ll bring it back as soon as I can"

Nodding, Pamela reached into her jeans pocket and handed the keys to her "Is Harrison--"

Mara snorted, not willing to let her friend finish that thought "Not in aother than keeping hiet the hell out of town Neville wouldn’t stop at hurting her He would go after her husband and friends but if she ran, he would definitely follow That was the only way she’d be able to ensure Harrison stayed safe He ined it was possible to love someone sobit by bit as she realized she’d probably lose hi to well up inside her There would be tiet a few supplies Because when that bastard ca to be prepared

Chapter 3

Mara glanced in the rearviewanother turn into one of the shadier areas of Miaotten word that Neville Perdue had escaped froo, she’d known bone deep that this daywork early to do soer fish were in town, but she preferred to buy from someone much lower in the hierarchy, so as not to draw attention

She never wanted anything traced back to Harrison and even though he had no part in this, she wanted him protected It wasn’t as if she could just take weapons froht work for a security company but she wouldn’t steal from her own husband and, if she did, all those weapons would be registered anyway Buying illegal weapons could hurt his faht As part of her ‘just in case’ plans, she was glad she’d stashed a wig, ball cap and oversized sweater in her trunk Not the best disguise in the world, but it would do for where she was going The uns from wouldn’t care who she was All he would care about was that her cash was real