Portia
Something's wrong. I feel it. It's been hours since Callahan left, and Nathan still isn't back. I'm anxiously sitting in Callahan's bedroom watching for either of them.
I glance at the pouch and the contents I've scattered on the bed. The gun looks ominous and I know it's for my own protection, but I don't want it. I don't want Nathan to have it. I don't want either of us to have to use it.
There's ten thousand dollars in cash along with the two passports with our new identities. American passports. I have no idea if they're good forgeries or not, but I guess they are. The key is to a BMW.
Cerberus sits beside me looking out the window. He must feel it too, this anxiety. This feeling that something has gone wrong.
"Everything will be okay," I tell him. It's a lie. I have no ide
