บท 121: Chapter 121

Cyrus

Shit.

Shit.

"Shit. Shit," I mumbled to myself, but from the look on Imogen’s face, she heard.

How in the hell did they find us so soon? Considering we escaped from Florida, it wasn’t a stretch to guess we’d head north, but stopping at the same place as us barely three hours later was too much coincidence. Did the trucker who brought us here tell? But how did they know who to tell and why? None of it made logical sense. I considered myself a fairly decent judge of character. Bird sounded honest.

But if not him, why couldn’t we shake these assholes?

We didn’t have time to waste for me to sit around and figure out who betrayed our trust. Every second we hesitated was a second closer to our recapture. The same two men we’d seen before loitered next to their vehicle. Their gaze searching every which direction as if they contemplated where to search for us first. It was a good sign, meaning they didn’t know our exact location.