Chapter 83: Most absolutely necessary.

The sun was starting to set. The building's shadows stretched across the street, casting everything in an ominous lack of light.

Hannah paced the darkened room.

Zain had said to trust her gut. Well, her gut was telling her she was A, hungry and B, something very bad was going to happen.

She grabbed the ball cap from the bed. At Zain's urging she'd gone through Mason's things, depositing a handful of items into the Most Absolutely Necessary bag. One thing Zain had coached her on was hiding. A blonde woman would stick out on the streets of Mexico. Hiding her hair was the first step in blending in. After that his tips sort of blurred together. But the hair thing, that she at least remembered.

Hannah coiled her ponytail into a flat bun, pinned it into place, and jammed the hat on her head. The sense of dread was worse. She was practically sick with it-or hunger. At this point it was hard to tell.