CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Caitlin held on tightly to Caleb as he tore through the countryside on the roaring motorcycle, twisting and turning, leaning so far she nearly thought they would fall. His motorcycle skills were about as terrifying as his plane flying. He twisted the throttle, making the engine roar, pushing it ever faster.
“So how the hell do you propose we get to Egypt?” he cried over his shoulder, his voice swallowed by the wind.
Caitlin chewed her lip. She’d been thinking the same thing. Even though they’d outrun the police in Boldt Castle, that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be more after them. It wasn’t like they could just go to an airport and hop on a plane without someone at customs recognizing them.
“I have an idea,” Caitlin said.
“Go on,” Caleb replied.
But Caitlin didn’t get
