CHAPTER 9
ISABELLE
We don’t bother finding a place to stay once we land—we’ll sleep in shifts on the road if it becomes necessary. All that matters is Juliette. We got here as fast as we could, but I can’t help feeling that we’re already too late to save her.
Rooster feels the same, I can tell. His big hands haven’t stopped moving in days. When I tire of watching his thick fingers tapping against the rented van’s steering wheel, I turn to the countryside beyond the passenger window.
The rolling green hills are breathtaking, mountains and streams right out of a fairytale. But I can’t enjoy them. My chest is tight with anxiety. I’ve been through a lot, I’m a thief after all—a con artist—but this is different. There’s a little girl’s life on the line. And I have no idea what her captors w
