For a moment, no one in the diner moved.
\nNot the waitress behind the counter.
\nNot the trucker halfway through his coffee.
\nNot even the neon buzzing overhead.
\nAll eyes drifted\u2014slowly, carefully\u2014toward the booth.
\nEthan Mercer didn\u2019t rush her.
\n\u201cStart with your name,\u201d he said quietly.
\nThe girl hesitated, fingers tightening around the edge of the table.
\n\u201c\u2026Lena.\u201d
\nEthan gave a small nod. \u201cAlright, Lena.\u201d
\nAcross from her, Caleb ‘Brick’ Dawson had already opened the backpack just enough to see inside.
\nThen he stopped.
\nCompletely.
\nThat alone said everything.
\nEthan noticed. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d
\nBrick didn\u2019t answer right away.
\nInstead, he slowly reached in\u2026 and pulled something out.
\nA stack of papers.
\nThick.
\nClipped together.
\nMarked.
\nNot schoolwork. Not random notes.
\nOfficial.
\nEthan took them, flipping through just a few pages before his expression hardened.
\nNames.
\nPhotos.
\nRoutes.
\nNumbers that didn\u2019t belong in a child\u2019s bag.
\nHe looked up at Lena again\u2014this time differently.
\n\u201cWhere did you get these?\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cMy mom gave them to me,\u201d she said. \u201cShe told me if anything happened\u2026 I had to run. And find someone who wouldn\u2019t ask questions first.\u201d
\nEthan exhaled slowly.
\n\u201cThat explains the opening line,\u201d he muttered.
\nBrick reached into the bag again.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d
\nHe pulled out a small device this time\u2014black, scratched, blinking faintly.
\nA tracker.
\nActive.
\nEthan\u2019s eyes snapped to it.
\n\u201cHow long has that been in there?\u201d
\nLena shook her head. \u201cI don\u2019t know. She packed the bag.\u201d
\nBrick\u2019s voice dropped lower. \u201cThen they already know where she is.\u201d
\nThat changed everything.
\nEthan stood up immediately.
\n\u201cEverybody out,\u201d he said\u2014not loud, but sharp enough to cut through the entire diner.
\nPeople didn\u2019t argue.
\nThey moved.
\nFast.
\nChairs scraped. Bills were dropped. The room emptied in seconds, instinct kicking in before understanding.
\nThe waitress hesitated.
\nEthan looked at her once.
\n\u201cNow.\u201d
\nShe left.
\nThe bell above the door rang again\u2014this time as the last person stepped out.
\nSilence.
\nReal silence.
\nEthan turned back to Lena and crouched slightly so he was at her level.
\n\u201cListen to me carefully,\u201d he said. \u201cDid your mom say who was coming?\u201d
\nLena nodded faintly.
\n\u201cShe said\u2026 if they found me first\u2026\u201d Her voice shook. \u201cThey wouldn\u2019t ask questions.\u201d
\nBrick cracked his neck once, slow and deliberate.
\n\u201cFigures.\u201d
\nEthan glanced at the tracker again.
\nStill blinking.
\nStill broadcasting.
\n\u201cHow long since you got here?\u201d he asked.
\n\u201cFive minutes,\u201d Lena whispered.
\nEthan did the math instantly.
\nToo close.
\n\u201cBrick,\u201d he said.
\n\u201cYeah.\u201d
\n\u201cKill it.\u201d
\nBrick didn\u2019t hesitate. He crushed the device under his boot, grinding it into the tile until the blinking stopped.
\nBut Ethan didn\u2019t relax.
\nBecause it was already too late for that.
\nOutside\u2014
\nHeadlights appeared.
\nOne.
\nThen two.
\nThen more.
\nEngines cutting through the quiet desert night.
\nLena\u2019s breath hitched. \u201cThat\u2019s them.\u201d
\nEthan stood slowly, his expression going still in a way that meant something dangerous had settled into place.
\n\u201cAlright,\u201d he said.
\nNo panic. No rush.
\nJust decision.
\nHe slid the papers back into the bag and handed it to Brick.
\n\u201cGet her out the back.\u201d
\nBrick nodded.
\nLena grabbed Ethan\u2019s sleeve suddenly. \u201cWhat about you?\u201d
\nHe looked down at her\u2014just for a second.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll make sure they don\u2019t follow.\u201d
\nThe front doors of the diner swung open.
\nBoots stepped in.
\nHeavy.
\nConfident.
\nToo confident.
\nEthan turned toward them, already moving.
\nBecause whatever Lena had carried into that diner\u2014
\nWasn\u2019t just information.
\nIt was a target.
\nAnd now\u2026
\nSo was he.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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