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We’d had Morrigan there. We’d been there the longest out of any other places, making it to where we could have a bunch of stuff while also being very happy with our surroundings, friends and anything else that came with being grounded.
Now, everything was once again up in the air.
But just because I was in a different state didn’t mean that I didn’t still have eyes on my old home.
I had someone after me. Someone that was better than I’d given them credit for.
Hence the surveillance continuing on my house. I’d like to know who was on my tail.
It’d surprised me to find him breaking into my house.
I’d missed him making an entrance through my gate, but I definitely didn’t miss his big, hot self breaking into my home.
He walked through the rooms of our house, stopping for the longest in mine. He took in the tornado of clothes packing—of choosing what would and wouldn’t come in the car with us as we moved—and he dropped his head.
It was when he went through the painstakingly cautious relocking of my home that I got the first alert that he’d tried to text my old number.
I’d disconnected it, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t still have a way to access the information that was sent to it—or tried to track from it.
Kobe: Where are you?
Kobe: Did you leave?
When he didn’t get the reply he was waiting for—because normally I was replying before he’d even finished typing the message—he shoved the phone into his pocket and angrily walked back to his bike.
I watched him until he disappeared fully from sight, then switched over to the gate to watch him disappear from there, too.
Only when I couldn’t even make his taillight out did I close the app on my phone and shove it into my pocket. “Let’s go to the store and stock up on essentials.”
The bad thing was, everything I’d just bought last week was still at home in my fridge.
I’d thought about taking a small cooler, but the cat and the cat box had won out—even though I’d begged JP desperately to leave the cat there. He was used to being outside, and someone would eventually come over and find him.
But last year, JP had rescued him from the vet that I’d volunteered at, and from then on, I’d known that we would be hauling him all over the country if we needed to leave.
Which we had.
We got out to the newly acquired car—a white Wagoneer again; thanks again to the rescue operation of that little boy for showing me what I wanted—and headed to the local store.
It wasn’t even what I would consider a store.
More like it was a convenience store that also happened to have some grocery items.
“What do you do if I’m ever hurt or you see anyone take me?” I asked.
I could tell this was the last thing she wanted to go over. But at least once a week, we went over escape plans and what to do if shit hit the fan.
Now that we were in a new place—thank you last-second flight over to Utah to let me know where I wanted to go—we would be drilling this every chance we got until she had it down without having to think about it.
Because if she had to think about it at all, that meant that I was either dying, dead, or in a bind that meant I wouldn’t be making it out on my own.
“I go to your emergency phone that you stashed in my backpack, I call the first person in the contact, and I tell them that you’ve been hurt really bad and I need to be picked up,” she murmured.
I nodded, feeling my stomach loosen. “What about if you can’t get to your phone?”
“Then I call this number.” She recited it to me. “And find the first mom with kids, tell her my name is Julia Sano, and tell her I was abducted from my father, Kobe Sano.”
I nodded, feeling that knot continue to loosen.
