CHAPTER 10
The vibration in the air is significantly different as we head out toward the panhandle.
Mack shifts in the driver’s seat, glowering at the two-lane asphalt. Nearly there, and I’m exhausted and uncomfortable. We bathed in the river before we left Sharon’s, but I still feel sticky—sandy. Dirty. A little smelly. I rest my head against the door. At least I dozed off for a few hours. Ryder’s next to me this time, Cue on his other side. Only Rooster’s still asleep with his head against the front passenger window.
Ryder stretches his legs into the floor mat. “Of all the places Blade could have picked to hide this guy… Florida?”
I shrug. “He used to have him in Louisiana. Mississippi before that. Anywhere that they can stay off-grid and hole up in some ramshackle trailer where no o
