Chapitre 83: | A Plan In Motion

The moment Jane whispered, 'The coast's clear,' Jack followed her stealthily across the hotel lobby. It was five-thirty a.m. The night receptionist was on the phone, her long hair hanging down over her face. She didn't notice them tip-toe into the large elevator. Jack held his breath until the heavy brass doors closed, and their upward journey was underway. His palms were slick with sweat but his mouth was dry.

Jane was staring into space, cool, placid, and serene. Like she planned this kind of thing every day.

Lucy had come up with a good plan, brilliant, even. But no matter how clever, it was another stop-gap measure; more time was spent hiding in the dark till the bogeyman went away. And Marcy Dane wasn't going away anytime soon – unless they made her.

As the elevator crawled up to the thirtieth floor, Jack had never felt so alone. No one but Ro even knew they were there. Together with Lucy, he'd saved Jack's parents' lives, at least for now.