Chapter 175

LUKE TAPPED AT THE black screen, holding the phone up as if he were snapping pictures like a good tourist. Passersby smiled at him, but none looked farther than that. He checked his watch.

Five minutes.

An engine rumbled behind him.

He turned in time to catch sight of a beaten up Jeep Wrangler roll to a stop next to him, Abigail at the wheel.

Luke tossed his stuff in and vaulted into the Jeep. She eased the vehicle out onto the street. No peeling tires or plumes of dust.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Fine. We'll need to change the plates before we leave town. I rubbed mud on it for now."

"You had time to do all that?" He peered over the top of his sunglasses at her.

She glanced at him, most of her face obscured by the hat, glasses and scarf, but he felt the flatness of her glare.

Of course she had.

"Where to?" he asked. She knew these roads better than him.

"How much money do you have on you?"