The drive to the Thorne private hangar blurred past in tense silence. Only the low hum of engines and the occasional crackle of Zane's voice over the radio broke the stillness.
Athena kept her gaze fixed outside, watching trees dissolve into stretches of highway, her thoughts spinning restlessly.
Would the criminals hold onto Kendra just for a while? Could they not kill Lucas yet? Could they hold on until she got there? This mantra repeated over and over in her head, like she was trying to push her mental positivity into the minds of the kidnappers.
Secondly, she wondered how the men had located the almost invisible place she had hidden the family in. Was there a mole in their midst, as Morgan had spoken about, or were the criminals that competent?
She bit her lips, yet watching her environment from the tinted glass, her feet dropping slow beats on the floor of the car, impatient to get to level ground, to begin the mission.
