The next afternoon, Rosa, Heath, and I are going over the plan.
“Have Wren and Blake both circled around to cut off any possible escape?” I ask Heath, who has been tracking the two Warriors and Lily since we made this plan.
He nods. “They’re about a half a mile up the road, and they’ll circle around to flank both sides. The three of us will be waiting in the basement, with a few of his Warriors. They’ll be ‘guarding us’. Graham will tell them we are in the cells, and he will offer to escort them downstairs. Obviously, we won’t be.”
“I still don’t understand why we don’t just go full scorched earth on them.”
“Because,” I explain to Rosa, again, “as much as I’d like to slam Alma’s face into the pavement until she dents it, she will have kids with her. I don’t want them getting hurt. If
