Thea stared out the helicopter window, her shoulders slumping progressively further as they got closer to their destination. Would Anthony drop her off in Seattle, and she’d have to drive home? At this point, she wouldn’t care if he dropped her off in New York City, as long as she got away from him.
The space in the back of the helicopter was cramped, and more than once, Thea’s knee brushed his. The first time, she jerked away; the second time, he repositioned his legs so it wouldn’t happen again.
Thea just hoped that this ride wouldn’t terrify Sneaky to death. She could just make out his nose twitching under the pile of towels. She said a little prayer that she could get him home and then to a rescue afterward.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Anthony rub the back of his neck. His
