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he's
strong. Maybe strong enough to have just carved his way through one
of the smaller groups."
    We
were back to the interstate. For a second I debated which onramp to
take and then I shrugged and got on the eastbound one. We were
obviously in the Midwest, so it only made sense to keep going in
the direction Ash had chosen for us previously. I merged into traffic and
returned to eavesdropping on his call.
    "…I'll
be fine. I just wanted to let you know about him so you can alert the
packs. No, I don't have any ideas, I just know that this guy
needs taken out before he sets up shop somewhere. I don't know.
Give Shawn a call. He's about the only person who has a hope of
managing his dad and if there's any pack that has a chance of
taking this guy down without piling up a lot of bodies it's the
Chicago group. Right. Guy's been driving a dark BMW that's
sporting a number of bullet holes. Goes by the name of Anton. OK,
thanks."
    Ash
slowly unrolled his window, threw his phone outside the car and then
rolled the window back up.
    "Ash,
what just happened? How did he survive all those bullets earlier and
how did he rip a hole in the motel wall like that?"
    "I'm
sorry, Kristin. There's no time. I need you to listen to me.
Are you listening?"
    Now
that I wasn't focused on where I was going or on trying to
listen to his phone conversation I was starting to shake, but I
nodded, which seemed to satisfy him. He'd reached into the
jockey box and pulled out a bunch of gauze and medical tape while
waiting for me to respond.
    "You
did a good job just now. I need you to keep driving east on I80 until
you get to I29. Go south on I29 until you get to Kansas City. There's
a used car lot there, Casey's Car Center. He's expecting
us. We need to change vehicles so that Anton loses our scent trail. I
don't care how bad it seems like I am once we get there; you
need to wake me up before you get out of the car."
    He'd
wrapped the gauze around his stomach while talking. I turned my head
to get a better look at what he was doing and nearly lost the
breakfast I hadn't actually had.
    "Promise
me! No matter how bad it seems like I am, you can't stop, you
can't get the police involved, you can't go to a
hospital."
    My
nod was jerky, but it seemed to satisfy him and he closed his eyes.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    We
started running low on gas a bit before we crossed into Kansas. Ash's
demand that we not stop until we made it to the car lot kept playing
through my mind, but I was pretty sure his classic muscle car wasn't
going to make it there without a refill.
    I
pulled off at the next exit and started praying that I'd be
able to fill up without anyone realizing I had a stabbing victim in
the passenger seat. I pulled his jacket closed and then fished his
wallet out of his front pocket. He started trying to get up, but I
pushed him back down, alternately relieved and concerned that he was
too weak now to stop me.
    I
filled up the car in record time, pulled out of the gas station and
didn't stop looking back until we were on the interstate again.
    Somewhere
between the border and Platte City, Ash started running a
temperature. By the time we pulled into Kansas City he was delirious
and mostly incoherent. I caught snatches here and there as the sun
started to set.
    "…can't
ever go back…sorry I failed…won't be forced to bow to
their demands…"
    I
checked his bandages as we entered the city limits. Things weren't
looking good. Both wrappings had soaked almost all of the way
through, and I had no idea how much blood he'd lost before he'd got
the bandage in place.
    The
second gas station that I asked at was able to give me directions to
the car lot. An hour later I managed to successfully navigate my way
there. Ash had mostly trailed off by then, and it took a lot to get
him awake.
    "Ash!
We're here, you need to wake up."
    "Kansas
City?"
    "Yes,
you told me not to get out of the car. Now that we're here what am I
supposed to be doing?"
    He
tried to pull himself