บท 66: Chapter 66

“Not yet.” We were going back to DC—I had one more stop to make. “Get in.”

The kid sat beside me and buckled up. By rights he should have been in the backseat, but if anything happened, I needed to be able to hustle him out of the car fast.

Paranoid? Maybe. Didn’t mean someone wasn’t out to get him.

“Thank you for the Big Mac and the clothes and the computer.”

“Not a problem. You always travel this light?”

“Ma…” He swallowed. “She taught me to keep just what I needed in my backpack, that if we had to go, we’d have to go fast and leave everything else behind.”

“She was a smart woman.”

“Yes.” He stared out the passenger window.

“You know she wasn’t your biological mother.”

He nodded. “She told me a long time ago. That doesn’t matter. She loved me, and she always kept me safe.”

“How long have they been after you?” I scanned the area, and then put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot.