Chapter 243

MARCO HAULED THEIR THINGS into the dump of a motel. They'd gone thirty miles south of the highway to a sleepy little town after Ghost had boosted them a four wheel drive truck and changed the plates. Fiona was holding it together, but barely.

He needed to get her changed, her hair up, something to disguise her appearance.

Things had gone to shit pretty fast. He'd known going back to Denver was a mistake, but he hadn't known how to tell Fiona without admitting his guilt.

This was all his fault.

Fuck.

"Marco..."

She stood between the two queen beds, remote in her hand.

The news played the security tape loop on repeat.

There was Fiona, walking toward the camera. The video glitched, and then the truck was there, Ghost was pushing her into the cab...

Son of a bitch, they'd worked fast.

Fiona sat down on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slumped.