TOMORROW WAS INDEED a long day. Eve and the others spent so much time talking she felt like her voice could mimic the sound of a trash compactor. At first, Mad and Rich had discussed the new plan in hushed tones, their voices prickling in Eve's ears while she tried to sleep through the night.

In the morning, they'd informed the rest of the squad. Lisha had frowned as she listened, wrapping her arm protectively around Cade, who sat uncertainly in her lap, unsure if he was too ...