"How long before they get to Montana?" Susan inquired about twenty minutes later, now seated on the armchair beside the sofa where Old Mr. Thorne sat with his wife.
In the next chair was Aiden, typing furiously on his phone. Athena hoped he was communicating with either Shawn or Eric; she hadn't heard from them since the last call. Neither had she heard from Ewan and her kids.
Her heart sank into her stomach as a dark thought flashed through her mind—what if her enemies' plans included them? What if they had been hijacked on the road?
She shook her head hard. No. The Thornes' security was tight, professional. She didn't think her enemies would be that reckless, that dense.
Still, they had obviously reached out to Lucas and his family. Lucas had no real protection though, not the way the Thornes did. Not really…
But how could she have known the criminals had marked them? That the sponsors of the Grey Virus—the ones behind the evil—would choose to use Lucas and Kendra as bait?
