CHAPTER 38
It felt like a game.
The pieces?
She and Jeffrey.
Phillip taken, removed from the board.
Soon Amanda would need a sweater for nighttime walks, fall was a rising chill on the air.
The goons who’d taken Jeffrey. Then whoever had taken them down in the firefight outside the studio door. Not a hint of it made the news though she’d watched it from the end of the alley. The battle had been as ugly as it had been quiet. The remains had been cleaned up quickly by two black Ford Explorers’ worth of agents and a tow truck.
Thankfully they hadn’t searched Jeffrey’s clothes, hadn’t stripped him until they reached their destination. She’d slipped the pin-sized beacon into his shirt fabric even as the crowd battered them apart for the last time. Everything had moved so fast, her people
