Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. “When did they leave?”

“Not long ago!” Henry’s answer sprung at the tail-end of his question. “About three or four days ago.”

Three or four days ago? Meaning they had left the eastern Surstate and came straight to the west side. It was also the one blindspot of their manhunt.

Brendan wished he could kick himself for this mistake. A part of him was mocking himself—oh, what lengths his darling Deirdre would not go to if it meant escaping him!

How were they supposed to survive in the wealthier western Surstate now that Tobey’s bank account had been frozen?

He shook himself out of his thoughts and finally turned to look Henry in the eyes for the first time. Part of him could not help but notice how much the man’s skin seemed to be glistening under the light. “Do you know where they went?”

His display of patience made Henry feel honored and special. Brendan was the kind of elite, legendary figure everyone would scrape their knees to lick his shoes clea