Three
$11,840
That was not a lot of money. Much less than Tasa had anticipated, for sure. She let out a frustrated sigh as she considered the cash in her Hermes backpack. She should be grateful she had that much. It would set her up in Canada, preferably somewhere high up near the tundra where no one could find her. Looking out the window of the Greyhound bus, dressed in the only pair of jeans she owned, she let herself breathe freely for the first time. It would be at least five or six hours before anyone noticed she was missing.
A stunning feeling of elation vibrated in her chest. She’d done it. She’d gotten away.
Her eyes skidded over the Hudson River, glistening in the mid-morning sun. The crests sparkled white over the ripples of marine-blue and slate-gray below the bridge the bus
