Jack waited in his cell, repeating the name of the city in his mind over and over and trying to relax. Helen had risked a lot getting the information to both of them, and he was determined that if he could escape he would put it to good use.

“It’s been weeks,” Alyssa bemoaned, standing in the doorway to Alexander’s private quarters. He hated having her around and was thoroughly fed up with her; she was a spoiled child who was never properly disciplined and felt that the world owed her something.

Kate sat at the desk in their second hotel room, tapping her fingers against her chin and staring out the window. This one was on the first floor and she was determined to keep a better eye on what was happening outside.

When Crater arrived at the noblewoman’s manor, his mood soured even further. The frivolity of the Cortet family was disgusting; they wasted money on useless things.

Beck couldn’t think of any good ways out of his predicament. After being drugged and kidnapped, he’d been locked into a chamber behind a one-way mirror in an old police station.

Oliver was bored.

Lyle could barely breathe while they walked down the stairs. Kate seemed calm and relaxed, not at all bothered by what they were doing. Once they reached the bottom floor of the stairwell, they hid around the corner and waited.

She finally allowed them to stop for rest a few hours later. Traq was exhausted, and she’d pushed them at a heavy pace. She had a headache from using her implant and it was throbbing just behind her eyes, making them water.

Kate sat on the edge of the bed, pondering her next move. They were hiding out in a hotel off an exit ramp outside Phoenix. A little remote exit well out of the way. She had booked it early that morning and been careful to keep her face off any of the cameras.