Her family was back home inDamascus, and she was hoping that she was making the right choice.
Already, they’d moved the kids to thePuget Sound, and then they’d bounce them toPuerto Rico, where Chris had a company home.
Fiji was up next.
They would be moved non-stop. In order to keep them safe, they’d move them around until they no longer had a place to take them.
WhileThe Hunterswere using Area Fifty-Two, they’d borrow Chartres as the last stop.
It was a giant chess game where she was trying to play on two boards at once.
One for the family.
And one for the chase.
Oh, and she didn’t like this at all. This was the downfall of having a family when you were someone who played games with cuckoos.
At some point, they were going to be a target.
Unfortunately.
Elizabeth knew she had to stay one step ahead so that didn’t happen. Losing someone in her family wasNOTan option.
“When do we land?” she asked Raphael, who was sitting on one side of her.
He’d apparently lost the coin toss.
Or he had a death wish.
“In five minutes. We’ve gotten a blacked-out car ready to go, and this flight isn’t on record. The President of the United States has given you carte blanche to find Devon Slater, and in doing so, you have had your clearance level bumped.”
She was curious.
“To?” she asked.
He shrugged.
“I’m going to say tier five like his. We’re only granted three,” he said, motioning at Uriel, who was parked across from them.
She said nothing.
“You good, Boo?” Raphael asked.
Elizabeth nodded.
“Yeah, I’m just reading over the preliminary report that we got sent in from the sheriff. The bodies are bad, and there’s no doubt a message in them. I just have to figure out what he’s telling me.”
As she spoke, neither Archangel said a word. They were there to protect, guide, and mostly get Elizabeth out if the shit hit the fan—Ethan’s words.
If she needed guidance on how to solve this, they had a problem.
A big one.
This wasn’t their kind of a rodeo. While they’d both run shotgun with her on cases, their specialties weren’t being utilized as of yet.
At any moment, they knew that could change.
Ivan had warned them that the shit was going to be hitting the fan, and that wasDEFINITELYtheir rodeo.
