Earlier.

The car tore down the highway, slicing through the dark. Inside, tension sat heavy in the air, broken only by the growl of the engine and the crack of Nathan’s knuckles as his hands clenched into fists.

Jack drove with lethal focus, swerving around potholes with practiced ease. In the back, Julian studied the map on his tablet, his face washed in cold light, all business. Tyler stared out the window, quiet with nerves, while in the middle seat Caroline curled in on herself, pale ...