Getting out of the Kimball territory was as easy as getting in.
By two I was on the highway heading east, straight for the Reeses territory.
I knew I needed to conserve my strength for later, but I put a little burst of magic into the car. Not exactly an illusion, like the one I'd used to obscure the license plates, but a little something to confuse any cops with a radar gun into thinking I was going the speed limit.
Not that speed limits were much of a thing out here in the boonies, but the Kimballs owned half the police around here.
And I was short on time.
At least I wasn't getting tired yet. I'd slept most of the day, and I was still wide awake.More than wide awake, since my brain was running in circles like a meth-addled hamster.
Somehow I'd gone from working with Jonathan Grey, to being the Reeses' prisoner they wanted to kill, to escaping, to now going back to the Reeses voluntarily.
