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Time to go. Now!

Radley grabbed Honor’s arm. “It’s me,” he said, whispering the words because the guard had appeared again, sprinting to the back of the camper, his radio buzzing with activity.

Out of sight. Armed. Dangerous.

Backup coming, and Radley didn’t have time to ease into his escape plans or be gentle in his approach.

“Radley?” Honor whispered.

“Yeah,” he responded. “Let’s get out of here.”

She nodded.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” she murmured, her voice weak.

She was lying, because she had no choice but to be okay.

“I managed to get his gun,” she said. “It’s in your duffel. So, at least we’re not unarmed. Let’s go.”

She stepped deeper into the trees, moving nearly silently, the shadowy forest embracing her.

He followed, because they had to put distance between themselves and the enemy.

They had to get to a town, find a phone, call for backup.

And once Honor was safe, once she’d been transported back to Boston, he’d return. Because there was no way he was going to let Absalom keep whatever dirty secrets he was hiding.