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He stopped just short of pulling onto the street.
“What is it?” Tait asked, frantically looking around, her heart in her throat.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about yer breadcrumbs,” Marcus said, turning to look at her.
“What about them?”
He flashed her a mysterious grin. “I ken we should leave some.”
Chapter 8
“What do you mean? What kind of breadcrumbs?” Tait asked, shifting away from the window as Marcus pulled out of the motel onto Dunraven Street amid the cars and crowds. Without a word, he turned north.
“Where are you going, Marcus? The Park entrance is in the other direction. And I thought we decided trying to leave a false trail would not only be dangerous, but too time consuming.”
“Aye, we did,” Marcus agreed, skirting the city park. “But I thought of one that might throw yer pursuers off, or at least slow ’em down a wee bit.”
She put a hand up to shield her face as they eased through the congested traffic. “I’m listening.”
“I’ve been thinkin’ about the quickest way out of here,” he replied taking Canyon Street north, out of town. “No’ just for ye. For anyone.”
Relieved to finally be leaving the crowded streets, even if it meant going in the wrong direction, Tait straightened in her seat and checked her side-mirror to monitor the road behind them. There were a couple of cars, but none like the one those men were driving. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have switched to something else.
“You’re talking about a plane?” she asked, watching to see if either car was coming closer before turning back to Marcus. “What exactly are you getting at? Are we headed to the airport?”
“Aye. It shouldnae take long. ’Tis only a couple of miles.”
“To do what?”
“ ’Tis foolish tae assume the two that have been chasin’ ye are workin’ alone. If whoever is behind all this is willin’ tae kill a U.S. Marshall tae get tae ye, I doubt they’d leave the job solely in the hands of those two. Especially since they’ve made two attempts already and failed.”
“If your point is to reinforce how much danger I’m in, it’s working,” Tait grumbled. “Unfortunately, I agree.”
“And like ye’ve been sayin’, ye dinnae ken where or how deep the duplicity is, so ’tisnae only possible, ’tis likely they’ll be watchin’ all modes of escape ye can access.”
“Plane, bus, car,” she ticked off the options.
“Aye. So, I thought tae purchase an unrestricted ticket in yer name for Salt Lake City and one for—where did ye say ye started from?”
“Seattle. But why unrestricted?”
“Because the departure dates can be changed. ’Tis the kind I used when I came here, in case of any unexpected delays.”
“So, they’ll have to continually monitor the flights and wonder if I’m still in West Yellowstone and will use one of them, or if I’ve gone somewhere else by other means.”
“Exactly. Someone will have tae hang around the airport here and in both of those places, tae keep an eye out for ye. We dinnae ken who’s behind this, or how big an organization they have, but every lackey we can tie up, is one less on yer tail.”
* * *
Minutes later Marcusemerged from the terminal, tickets in hand, unlocked the van and slipped inside. All he saw were empty seats with his plaid bunched up on one of the wee sofas. “Ye can come out, lass.”
He couldnae help smiling as Tait extricated herself from nine feet of tartan.
“You actually wear all this?” she asked, pushing it aside and checking the windows as she moved to the front.
“ ’Tis far more comfortable than this American costume,” he countered, glancing down at his jeans.
“I’ll have to take your word—Marcus!”she yelped, sliding down to huddle on the floor. “Look! That car.The Camaro!”
