CHAPTER 20
The library is two hours out, back the way we came. Though I see no other cars on the road, I feel the eyes lurking in the trees—watching us.
I shake it off and focus on driver’s side window, trying to ignore the scenery beyond Rooster’s bulky frame. “How did none of you manage to bring a laptop?” I could have brought Jeff’s—I should have stolen it on the way out—but Jeff’s tech would be more secure than the president’s computer. Because Jeff is a damn psycho who had a woman locked in his basement.
Rooster shrugs, his eyes on the road. “We’re not big computer guys, lass. We’re barely burner phone guys.”
Stuck in the eighties, eh? Neat. “Don’t you have anyone you need to contact?”
“Occasionally, hence the burners. But most of what we need, we already have.”
“So you only nee
