“Romeo!” Sophia hisses. “What the fuck!”
Romeo’s “Now?” snaps in my ear. “Today?”
“Romeo!” Jay cracks. “Focus, motherfucker!”
“I’m out.”
He stands on the hill seven hundred feet across from where we lay. His movement blows our cover, because before this, the car wouldn’t have had any clue there was more than one person here. He might have suspected it, but he can’t have known. But now a muscled ranger stands in a ghillie suit and telegraphs us all.
Romeo’s gun drops to his side, and the SUV comes to a screeching stop just one bend before he would pull up in front of Soph.
“I have to leave.”
“Romeo!”
“Family emergency.” Without another word, he turns on long legs and sprints into the thick trees at his back.
In the valley, the SUV’s passengers panic and show their faces when they peer out the windows, but the driver slams his car into reverse and spins his wheels in escape.
The sour-sisters look exactly the same. Different, but the same. Too thin, too tall, too mean, but they’re gone again within a second as their driver escapes around the bend that hides them from our scopes.
“Yeah.” Spence jumps to his feet. “I’m out too. I’m sorry.”
“Spencer!”
“Pull her out!” He collects his things and turns the way Romeo went. “Your team is out. Pull Soph out. We’ll regroup later.”
“Spencer Serrano!” Jay pushes to his knees. “Where’s the brotherhood?”
“I’m sorry! I need to go to Abigail.”