The stolen SUV crawled along the narrow mountain road, headlights off, guided only by moonlight. Logan sat hunched in the passenger seat, jaw clenched against waves of pain. Each bump in the road sent fresh agony through his weakened body.
"How much farther?" Mia asked, squinting at the map they'd found in the cabin's glove compartment.
"Few miles." Logan's voice was rough from disuse. They'd barely spoken since leaving the cabin three hours ago. "Cabin should be just past the ridge."
"And you're sure Jackson won't mind us using it?"
"It's his hunting lodge. Team uses it sometimes." Logan winced as they hit another pothole. "No one will think to look there."
They'd abandoned the main roads after nearly running into a police checkpoint. Now they navigated backcountry trails that weren'
