As I watched Paige’s horrified expression, I started getting edgy. What was wrong? “An hour?” she asked, snatching my hand and dragging me away from the creek side, toward the hole in the fence. Where were we going? “There’s no time to pack.”
She laughed once without humour at the returning comment, “Good point.” As soon as we cleared the hole we ran to my car. The only part of the conversation I could hear now was a series of uh-huh’s from Paige as she took instructions. I was still in a robe. “Uh Drew,” she asked, “Do you have any clothes you could put on?” I heard someone laugh on the line. “Shut up, Ang,” she muttered into the phone.
“No,” I said blankly, “Where are we going?”
“The airport,” she said in a monotone, “They’re going to pull the plug on Cynthia.”
There was a strange ringing in my ears as I put the car in gear. And then I was speeding down the highway, praying Rendor wasn’t doing his usual rounds tonight.