I miss you, my Liz. I miss our moonlit dinners. I still have one to make up for, if you’ll let me.
It took me a while to find my next words.
On the off-chance that you’re still upset, please know that if there were any other way to keep you girls safe, we would have done it. But when I saw the sniper in that tree over your shoulder…
I had to compose myself for a moment before I continued writing.
…I knew then and there that we were being tracked. I always wondered, when Marla ran to us, if the trail she left behind would rise up against us. Her running to us put a target on our backs, and in the process, it put one on you guys as well. I won’t have anything happen to you, my Liz. I won’t be able to bear it.
The words came easier the more I wrote.
So don’t be upset with King and the guys. They’re just helping. King is worried for Anna’s safety. This ring is pushing too close to their boundaries for comfort. If my sister was still alive, I’d do everything I could to protect her.
A tear dribbled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away.
I found that I wanted to talk to Elizabeth about my sister.
I wanted my Liz to know everything about her.
I placed my pen back to the paper.Keep their spirits up, and know that you’re at the forefront of my mind with everything that I do and every decision I make out here. I’ll be back as soon as I can, and when I am back, you’ll be all the more safer for it.
I miss you, My Liz,
Your Doc
Sealing up the envelope and handing it to Cap was the only amount of intimacy I’d known in days. But it was a small price to pay for keeping the girls isolated and safe. So long as we didn’t go back and forth, there was nothing to track. The only one going back and forth was one of King’s best stealth operatives, Dagger. And I swear to hell on high, I wasn’t sure if even Ghost would hear the fucker coming.
But finally, the evening came.
Showtime.
“What time is it?” Brutus’s knee bumped mine as he shifted in the cramped space.
“They’ll be here soon.” Cap’s eyes stayed on the road ahead.
“Geez, the hearing on this guy.” Ghost’s eyes crinkled at the corners above his balaclava.
Cap shot him a look over his shoulder, though it was twinged with a bit of a smirk.
It was a new moon. A completely dark sky, complete with cloud cover. Perfect for the execution of our plan. We rode around in King’s crew’s van while they were upkeeping our bikes. Staying away from the loud, roaring engines helped us to move around with a grace that our law firm stalkers weren’t searching for.
I was ready to be back on a bike, though.
“I hear them,” Scout said.
“Hear what?” Wrecker asked.
Then the rest of us heard it.
Off in the distance.
The sound of rumbling engines.
“Showtime,” Cap said as he blinked the van lights twice before turning them off again.
