“Knock yourself out.”
“Knock you out,” she thought she heard him mutter as he passed her, but it was too low for her to be sure. The dog followed him, tail swishing so fast it blurred. She imagined the guy at the front desk probably wasn’t paying any attention at this hour, but she still thought Kevin was pressing their luck a little. A screaming match with the management wasn’t going to help them stay incognito.
She rummaged through the food Kevin had bought last night. The remaining sandwiches weren’t as appetizing as they had been eight hours ago, but there was a box of cherry Pop-Tarts she’d missed before. She was working her way through the second pastry in the sleeve when Kevin and the dog came back.
“You want to catch a few hours?” he asked her.
“If you don’t mind driving, I can sleep in the car again. Better to get where we’re going.”
He nodded once, then went to the bed and lightly kicked his brother.
Daniel moaned and rolled onto his back, covering his head with a pillow.
“Is that necessary?” she asked.
“Like you said, better to get going. Danny’s always had a problem with the snooze button.”
Kevin yanked the pillow off Daniel’s head.
“Let’s go, kid.”
Daniel blinked owlishly for a few seconds, and then she watched his face change as the memories hit, as he realized where he was and why. It hurt to see the peace of his dreams crumble into the devastation of his new waking reality. His eyes darted around the room until he found her. She tried to make her expression reassuring, but the damage done to her face would probably trump any arrangement of her features. She searched for something to say, something that would make the world a little less dark and scary for him.
“Pop-Tart?” she offered.
He blinked again. “Um, okay.”
CHAPTER 12
Alex did not approve of the safe house.
They’d reached it late in the afternoon. She’d kept her nap to just four hours during the drive. She didn’t want to be on a nocturnal schedule forever. So she’d been awake as they turned off the highway onto a two-lane surface road, then to an even smaller road, until finally they were on a one-lane dirt path —calling it a road was too complimentary.
Sure it was hard to find, but once you did… well, there was only one way out. She never would have chosen to live backed into a corner like this.
“Relax, killer,” Kevin told her when she complained. “No one is looking for us out here.”
“We should have switched plates.”
“Took care of it while you were snoring.”
“You weren’t actually snoring,” Daniel said quietly. He was driving now, while Kevin directed. “But it is true that we stopped at a junkyard and stole a few license plates.”
“So we’re trapped out here on a dead-end lane while Mr. Smith goes to Washington,” she muttered.
“It’s secure,” Kevin snapped in a tone that was clearly intended to close the discussion. “So don’t go stringing your death traps through my house.”
She didn’t answer. She would do what she wanted when he was gone.
At least his setup was far away from neighbors; they drove for at least fifteen minutes down the dirt path without seeing any evidence of other human beings. That would keep the collateral damage low if for some reason she felt the need to burn everything to the ground.
They arrived at a tall gate flanked by a heavy-duty chain-link fence with a crowning line of spiraled razor wire. The fence ran so far off into the distance to both the right and the left that she couldn’t see where it turned or ended. Beside the gate, there was a very serious-looking NO TRESPASSING sign with an additional notice below that read ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK; OWNERS ARE NOT LIABLE FOR INJURIES OR HARM THAT MAY RESULT FROM TRESPASSING.
“Subtle,” she said.
“It gets the job done,” Kevin responded. He pulled a key fob from his pocket and clicked a button. The gate swung open, and Daniel drove through.
She should have expected that his safe house would be so obvious.
After a few more miles, the house came into view like a mirage, its dull gray second story hovering on a light haze over the dry yellow grass. Here and there, a few dark, scrubby trees studded the grassland with some texture. Over it all, the washed-out blue sky stretched to infinity.