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I glare at him.
I love the man, but whatever’s going on involves me as much as it does him. Moreso even.
Pause.
“Put it on speaker.”
He nods, and then puts it on speaker, setting the phone on the table. “I’ve got you on speaker, Leif. Savannah’s here.”
“Hey, Savannah,” Leif’s voice. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m good. About ready to dig into some gloppy macaroni and cheese.”
“Had to hit the survival food, huh?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a few eggs left for tomorrow’s breakfast. A few apples and oranges here and there. They’re the only fruits that would last more than a few weeks. There’s also some pasta. But for the most part, the fresh food is gone.”
“I can bring you a new stash.”
“No,” Falcon replies. “It’s time we got the hell out of here. It’s been two weeks, and no one has found us here.”
“That doesn’t mean they’re not looking,” I say.
“Oh, they’re looking,” Leif says. “I’ve been watching them. The McAllisters are furious. They’ve had their people out with dogs, combing every inch of the surrounding area, trying to track where we took you. Luckily they haven’t come within a mile of here. At least, not yet. But here’s the good news I was telling Falcon, Savannah. I found your brother.”
My heart thumps wildly as happiness surges through me. “Vinnie? Is he all right?”
“He’s good. I had to make an offer he couldn’t refuse, though.”
“You mean he wouldn’t come for me?” I ask, the happiness lodging into my gut as a brick.
“That was the offer I had to make. Nothing swayed him. Not money, not a new identity so he could hide in plain sight. Nothing at all, Savannah, until I told them what they tried to do to you.”
Happiness again. Happiness that my brother hasn’t forsaken me.
“He’s on a private plane now, traveling under an assumed identity. He’s been living in Spain, going by the name Alejandro Martinez.”
“Yeah, he could totally pass for Spanish,” I say. “From what I remember, anyway.”
“I’ve got a current picture of him,” Leif says. “I sent it through the phone.”
My heart nearly stops. I’m actually going to see my brother?
“He lands in Austin in an hour. I’m picking him up personally. Falcon says not to bring him to the safe house.”
“The fewer people who know about it, the better,” Falcon says. “We never know when we may have to use it again.”
I look over at Falcon and grab his arm. “Will it be safe for me to leave this house to see him?”
“Since it’s been two weeks, the McAllisters aren’t looking quite as hard,” Leif says. “At least not in this general area. At this point, they think you’ve fled the country. So we’re going to let them think that.”
“Then where should we meet you?”
“I rented a small furnished house in Giant Oak, the town over from Summer Creek,” he says. “I’ll text you the address. Meet us there at six this evening.”
“Should I cut my hair?” I ask. “Color it?”
“Don’t do anything that could draw attention to yourself,” he says. “Keep your hair the way it is, and don’t wear dark glasses or a scarf over your head. Nothing like that. But try to keep the bright colors to a minimum.”
