Richard shot between the brick pillars without touching the brakes and swung hard onto the two-lane road running north toward the interstate.

In the quiet cab, the satellite unit hummed low and steady as its tracking lights changed from red to solid green.

Emily huddled down in the passenger seat, tugging the knit sleeves of her baggy cardigan tight over her wrists.

Her breathing came in short, uneven catches that rattled deep in her chest.

“Grid coordinates are locked in,” Richard said quietly, keeping his eyes on the narrow ribbon of asphalt ahead.

“You’re inside a secure perimeter now, Emily.”