“Jump in!” he ordered. Robin could only trust that he’d seen the driver and knew it was safe. She climbed in with him right behind her and the car took off. No one spoke. Grayson watched out the windows as they sped down the mountain. Half an hour later, they reached a small town and the driver stopped at a hotel. “Room five. They’re waiting.” “Thank you,” Grayson said before he motioned for her to get out. He led the way to Room 5 and opened the door. Two men were waiting inside. One was listening to his cell phone while the other simply sat and waited. They were dressed like loggers or construction workers: warm clothes for the outdoors. Nothing fancy. The taller of the two ended his call and nodded at his partner. To her he said, “Hi, Robin. I’m Hinks. This is Finley.” “Did everyone get out safely?” Grayson asked. She didn’t miss the look the two men shared and knew they didn’t have good news. Grayson sank down onto the bed, preparing himself it seemed.
