Book Two: The Clone Chronicles

The moonlight reflects from the retreating scenery as the train rattles its way down the track. I perch on the back of the car, where I've sat since we managed to escape Los Angeles. The dog sighs next to me, unable or unwilling to sleep. I stroke his soft golden fur with an absent hand as my mind turns as fast as the iron wheels beneath me.

I like it here, alone in the night. Away from Chime's anger and Beckett's answering rage. I can't ...