“Which means someone might try to stop you.”
“Yes.”
“So.”
I grab my jacket from the chair.
“I’m coming.”
She studies me for a moment.
Then smiles slightly.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Outside, the afternoon sky is bright and clear.
The kind of peaceful day that makes it hard to believe anything dangerous exists in the world.
But we both know better.
I load our bags into the truck.
Wren climbs into the passenger seat.
“Where are we flying from?” she asks.
“Raleigh.”
“How long?”
“About forty minutes.”
“That gives me time to call River.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“You’re bringing the Golden Team in again.”
“Yes.”
“That’s a good idea. Since they are located in Southern California.”
“They helped stop the cascade.”
“They might need to help dismantle the system.”
I start the engine.
The truck rolls down the gravel drive.
The house fades behind us.
The lake.
The dock.
The quiet porch mornings will be waiting for us when we return.
