The van sped through the city, taking back roads, doubling back, making sure they weren't followed. Carmen monitored multiple feeds on her tablet. Jackson drove like he'd done this a hundred times before.
Maybe he had.
The explosion was behind them now. Dante alive, furious, hunting. But for these few moments, they were ahead of him.
After twenty minutes of tense silence, Carmen nodded. "We're clear. No tails. Settle in—it's another hour to the safe house."
An hour.
Sixty minutes trapped in this van with James, who now knew everything. Who'd heard Carmen lay it all out. Who understood his wife had been stalked, threatened, raped, and had watched her parents murdered—all while lying to him for over a month.
Novalee stared at her hands. Couldn't look at him.
"Nova," James said quietly
