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The rear bench seat silently unlocks, and with minimal effort, the whole seat lifts on a hinge to reveal a compartment within.
I drag my nondescript black backpack out, then reach for my folded suit jacket.
I wait until I’m out of the truck to shake out my jacket and put it on.
Black leather boots, dark jeans, gray T-shirt, black suit jacket, and boring black backpack. I look like every other upper management douchebag heading out for a week of sales meetings.
Making it super easy to blend in at the airport.
No one questions me.
No one even looks twice at a man flying with just a backpack. Seasoned travelers have their packing down to a science.
Three changes of clothes.
Minimal toiletries.
A laptop containing four throwing knives.
A passport and airplane ticket for a man whose name isn’t Hans Eklund but who looksjustlike me. And who has TSA PreCheck, so I, or whoever this man is, don’t even have to take off my shoes to go through security.
Picking my backpack up after its uneventful trip through the X-ray machine, I make a stop in the first shop I see.
Since I purchased my ticket last night, I don’t have much of a game plan for when I get where we’re going. At least, no real plan beyondfollow Cassandra.
I grab four bags of beef jerky, a bag of peanuts, bottle of water, two packs of Skittles, and a magazine about cars that will either work as a cover or as a fire starter. Whatever turns out to be more useful.
CHAPTER51
Cassie
The pilot hits the gas,or whatever it’s called in a plane, and we start to speed down the runway.
I know the jostling is normal, but I still hate it.
Rather than turning my head to look out the window at my side, I close my eyes and think about Hans and that kiss we shared.
We might not be people who kiss when they see each other, but it turns out we’re people who kiss when they part ways.
Hans would’ve made it back home already. I wonder if he went back to sleep or if he stayed up to start his own workday.
CHAPTER52
Hans
My plane taxis into position,our pilot letting us know we’re next to take off.
I pull my hair free from its tie and lean my head back against the seat, closing my eyes.
My conversation with the Cantrells fresh in my mind, I think back about how this all started.
CHAPTER53
Hans
(AGE 19)
“You really thinkthat’s gonna work?”
