I toss my cell onto the single bed and clench my teeth against cussing.

"Fuck it," I whisper under my breath.

Gomez just put me off again. Their so-called connection for identification dried up and they're going another route, which is taking longer. The next step I've planned for Beth and Carson is solid and will keep them safe. I can't carry out the plan without those IDs.

I spoke to Lincoln before making the call to Gomez. There's been no sign of trouble at ...