Land Rover Peter kept in a hidden garage behind the chateau and hopped an early commuter train heading south to Colorado Springs.
“Why not just take that nice little jet?” Paz asked from a corner of the deluxe compartment Peter had paid extra for.
Frankie nodded toward her brother. “He wanted to, but it’s too risky. We need to stay under the radar. Literally.”
Paz tried to sneak yet another look under the pat carrier’s towel, but Safa angled it away from her. She scowled, “I swear I will summon the might of the earth to swallow you up if you do not cease your prying.”
Ina sat next to Wilder on a bench seat, paging through a copy of Popular Science magazine. He had crossed his right leg over his left and was bouncing his f...
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