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He just wanted me to wait before making a move. But I knew you were my only chance to get out. Those guards would have killed me."
    Several things struck Adam. Lyle had been in contact with his father somehow. At least enough to communicate his intent to escape. Which meant the McEdwins had a better, more secret system of communication than he'd been led to believe.
    It also meant Lyle was expert at playing dumb when it came to his family. Adam hadn't suspected a thing. So what else was the kid hiding?
    "Did he say why he wanted you to wait?"
    "He's, uh, busy," Lyle hedged.
    Too busy for his son? Adam wondered. Or too busy planning his next big event? Maybe family—or just Lyle—wasn't as important as Willy's other priorities. Or maybe there was more truth to the rumors of dissension in the McEdwin family than Lyle would admit.
    "Truth is, I've only talked with Nevin," Lyle continued. "But he's probably contacted Pa by now."
    "Probably? I thought your family was this close?" Adam held up crossed fingers.
    "They are, most days. And we'll be fine with Nevin. He's got as many connections as my Pa does. Maybe more."
    But it wasn't the McEdwins' connections Adam was interested in. Lyle had sworn his father would help them, hide them, once they escaped. Now it seemed his brother alone was aiding them. How safe would they be?
    Lyle sat forward. "Building C is right there."
    Adam turned and stopped in front of unit 18. He killed the headlights, but left the engine running.
    A single dim bulb burned in a rusted fixture, casting uneven shadows. "Unscrew that light."
    Lyle climbed out and loosened the bulb before retrieving a key hidden in the rainspout.
    "This will only take a sec." Lyle opened the unit's overhead door then flicked the interior light on and off.
    In the flash of light, Adam saw a black Toyota sedan. Stuck on the windshield was a note. Lyle read it, then passed it to Adam.

    HEAD NORTH ON 1-85. WHEN YOU REACH RICHMOND CALL 555-0856.

    He tossed the paper back. "What kind of dim-witted game is this? Richmond's a couple hundred miles away. We could have been there hours ago. And the longer we're on the road the greater the chances of getting stopped."
    "Hey, Nevin knows what he's doing. He's a fugitive, too, remember? Besides, once we dump this Taurus, they won't have a clue what we're driving."
    "I still don't like it." Having no other choice, Adam put the car in gear. The vehicle was a definite liability now that the police were searching for it. "Get the Toyota out of there, so I can stash this one."
    After swapping cars, Lyle got out of the Toyota to secure the storage unit's door. He paused to light a cigarette, hanging back to take a couple of deep drags.
    Adam took advantage of the delay and climbed in the driver's side. If they got into a high-speed chase, he wanted to be the one behind the wheel. Especially with the rain steadily increasing.
    He put the police scanner on the dashboard. Thus far it had yielded little useful information on their escape as most law enforcement agencies continued to be inundated with flood-related problems.
    Headlights flashed behind them as another car pulled around the building and slowed.
    Adam lowered the window, his eyes glued to the rearview mirror. "Get in. Now!"
    Instead of moving away, Lyle turned and studied the car creeping toward them. "Wait. Maybe it's my brother."
    "If it's not, you just gave someone a good look at your face. Come on!"
    "Shit!" Lyle dropped his cigarette and turned back to the overhead door, fumbling with the keys.
    "Leave the damn door!"
    By now the car had pulled in close and stopped. Once the headlights shut off, Adam was able to make out its profile. It wasn't a patrol car but that didn't rule out an unmarked unit or even an outside security company making a check, though this place didn't look like the kind to spring for that type of service.
    The car's interior light came on as a man climbed out. "Hey!" he called. "What do you think you're doing