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have? This madman will kill my mother. He’ll kill my brother. Maybe I can warn the concierge when we get into the lobby. No, better not. He’s not working alone. He said he has someone he can call. If I try to warn anyone, my family might not make it.

She looked back at Rick and nodded. She wiped her eyes.

Although Rick believed she’d ruled out the option of warning the concierge, he didn’t know that for certain, so he said, “You know what will happen if you try to signal for help.”

She nodded again.

“Let’s go.”

He got out of the car. Alice didn’t move.

Rick went around to the passenger side and opened her door. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Alice looked at him with as much hatred as he had ever seen. But she got out. Rick wrapped an arm around her waist like he had at the arena and guided her toward the building.

Liam Parker

The taxi dropped Liam off at the airport. He made his way to the security checkpoint. The line weaved back and forth, following the roped path until it ended, and from there another fifty feet or so. Liam had completed the TSA Pre-Check months ago to avoid lines like this, but since it would be a bad idea to do anything in the airport under his real name, he resigned himself to a long wait.

He wasn’t going to feel safe until he was on the plane. Standing still like this, just waiting in line, was the worst. A sheet of stainless steel tacked to the wall reflected a man in a pair of sunglasses. Liam had gotten so used to wearing them he’d forgotten he had them on. They would draw attention when he reached the checkpoint, so he took them off.

It won’t be long now, he told himself. Relax.

When he got close to the checkpoint, he decided he should call Anita. No—he’d text. She needed to know what he was doing and where to find her gun, but there were too many people here who could listen in on his conversation.

He pulled out his phone and felt a pang of sadness in his chest when he realized he wouldn’t be able to call his children as long as he was in hiding, nor would he have any chance of keeping them in Illinois. Even if he hired a lawyer, there was no judge in the world who would rule in his favor as long as he was on the run.

Liam pushed away the heartbreak that came from knowing he would lose his kids for a long time, if not forever. It was too much for him to handle. He had to take this one step at a time. He’d lose custody if he went to jail and he’d lose custody if he ran. He needed to focus on the things he could control.

He typed: Thank you for your help. I have to go away for a while. I will be hiring Ryan Reyes to continue our investigation. I have your gun in the safe in room 132 at the Best Western. The code is 5342.

While Liam felt like he was letting Anita down, this was better for them both. He’d already put her at too much risk. But that didn’t stop him from adding “I’m sorry” at the end of the message and sighing when he pressed SEND.

If she texted him back, he wouldn’t respond.

Liam looked around for a trash can. With the text sent, he didn’t need the phone any longer. But, facing only one more switchback in the security line and surrounded by travelers, he’d have to wait until he reached the other side of the checkpoint to get rid of it.

A TSA agent waved him forward. “Ticket and ID, please.”

He handed over both as confidently as he could. The agent looked at the picture on the license, then at him. She compared the names, scanned the barcode on the ticket with a digital reader. It beeped, flashed red. She frowned and tried again. Another beep. Another red flash.

“Could you step over here?” she said, as a second TSA agent approached Liam.

Richard Hawthorne

Alice and Rick entered Liam’s building. Rick kept his head down and his baseball cap low until he was sure the concierge working the desk was not the same one who’d denied the delivery.

Getting through the lobby went better than Rick had expected. The concierge waved and said, “How you doing, Miss Alice?”

“Just going up to see my dad,” Alice said, trying to force a smile.

The concierge looked concerned once he saw Alice’s face—he could probably tell she was upset—but he wasn’t concerned enough to say anything. Likely he thought it was a personal matter. Walking as they were, with Rick’s arm around her waist, he probably believed they were a couple. Alice might not have thought Rick was boyfriend material by looking at him, but that didn’t mean the rest of the world agreed.

“You’re doing good,” Rick said as they approached the small bank of elevators.

Alice puttered to a stop in front of the elevators and stood there, arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t press a button, didn’t turn to look at Rick or see if the concierge was still watching them.

Rick suspected it was some sort of protest. A way of saying she would help him because she had to, but wouldn’t do any more than was necessary. He didn’t care. As long as she did what he needed her to, she could have as many of those little protests as she wanted.

He pushed the elevator button. The car came quickly. Once they’d reached Liam’s door, Rick gave Alice her next instruction. “Unlock it.”

She pulled a keyring out of her pocket, found the right key, inserted it into the lock, and turned, all with a slowness Rick assumed was deliberate.

He pushed her inside and listened for an alarm. When there was none, he guided Alice through the condo, keeping her in front of