“Thank you, Lena,” he whispered past the lump in his throat and set his hand over hers that still held Carter’s.
She looked at their hands, her eyebrows squishing together the way Carter’s did when he was confused. He wished he could read minds to know if her heart was racing as fast as his. It was probably just the adrenaline still coursing through him. She swallowed, pulled her hand free, and focused on the road as the light turned green.
The interstate loomed before them, and Marshall’s growing respect for Lena doubled. “How did you know where to go?”
“I studied a map of the town before we left and memorized exit plans.” Lena shrugged like escaping murderous traitors was an everyday event.
“You’re amazing.” He couldn’t keep the awe from his voice.
“No, just paranoid.”
She took the interstate west, pulling in between two minivans like they were just another family heading somewhere for the weekend. The steady hum of the tires speeding along the pavement eased the tension bunched in his muscles, and he gripped Carter’s hand in his own. She may chalk it up to paranoia, but hiring Lena Rebel may have been the best decision Marshall had ever made.