Chapter 3Murphy let out a gasp when he saw Tonya emerge from the convenience store. “Is that her?”
“Of course it’s her,” Rhea said. She lowered the binoculars she’d been using to scope out the prison van from afar and smiled. “They always want candy after so long spent in detention.”
Through the viewer, Rhea glimpsed the gold wrapper of the toffee and chocolate candy bar in Tonya’s hands. It reminded her of her own youth spent getting into trouble. Had it not been for her grandmother who taught her about magic, and then taught her how to shoot, she might have ended up on the other side of the surveillance van.
“How did she get here so fast?” Murphy asked. “And how did she…well, how did she get like that?”
Tonya was no longer dressed in prison attire—or even the prison issued grays that
