Chapter 11: The Breach
A black SUV idled outside their house for two days. Vance recognized the model. Syndicate scouts. His blood ran cold. He packed their bags in ten minutes. He was ready to run, to drag Lily back into the shadows.
As he reached for the doorknob, Lily grabbed his hand. ""Are we running away again, Daddy?""
Vance looked at the life they had built. The wooden toys he carved. The dog. The yellow dress hanging in the closet. Running meant letting Eleanor win. Running meant Lily would never have roots.
Vance made a call to the Marshals. ""I'm not running. Come get these guys.""
