Chapter 12: Echoes in the Dark
The escape was not glamorous. It was frantic and messy.
Dorian took the Aston Martin. I ordered him to drive south toward the city. I told him to make sure he was seen by the highway cameras. I told him to lead Thorne’s hunters on a chase that would end at the police station in Seattle.
Kael took his truck. He drove it into the ravine two miles east of the cottage. He left the headlights on and the door open to simulate a crash. It was a crude decoy but it would buy us time.
We took the third vehicle. It was a rusted Jeep Wrangler that my father had kept in the barn under a tarp. It smelled of mildew and old gasoline. It had no GPS. It had no digital tracking. It was a ghost machine.
I drove.
Kael sat in the passenger seat. He held a sleeping Leo agains
