Chapter 15
I itched everywhere, the creeping crawl of invisible spiders somehow worse than the simple agony that had preceded it one moment before. Their minuscule feet tickled the inside of my belly button, every one of my toenails, seemingly even the layer underneath my skin.
Sound engulfed me. “If she makes it, we have a problem.” The words were calm and measured, but they entered my ears at approximately a hundred decibels, like a rock concert dialed up to max. I tried and failed to beg Harry to lower the volume, only managing to injure myself further with my whine.
“We don’t have a problem,” Claw interjected significantly more quietly. It was almost as if he spoke my wordless language. “I disconnected Air Force One’s homing beacon so whoever did this can’t find us. Once Jim Kelter
